Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2001 20:38:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Lou & Coach 8

Lou and Coach 8

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 I 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.


I thought that things would settle down after Otis left, but they
didn't. Otis didn't return from the funeral. His brother took him to a
hospital for rest and recovery. That was the best we could have hoped
for. His departure undid all the plans of Rev. Bumpas, and within a few
months he received a "call" for a church in South Carolina, and left his
flock stranded.

Alf came back and stayed with his neighbors, the Rogers, while he finished
school. The play was a great success.  The acting principal left for
medical reasons. No one said what it was, but the poor woman had a
breakdown. I never liked her, but she was a pawn in Otis' scheme and she
didn't deserve that.

My life got screwed up too. I became the principal. I needed to be
principal as much as I needed a second head. I understood though. Everyone
at school was jittery and on the edge. The winning football coach had
enough respect and authority to calm things down.  Marie became the vice
principal. I said I would do it for two years and two years only.

It was a bitch of a job. With the school board in disarray and the school
shell shocked, I had to look in control while I tried to figure things
out. I also had to continue winning football games.  Marie helped a
lot. She looked delicate but she was hard as nails and had no problem
dealing with disciplinary problems.  Calvin also helped. He was a talented
artist, but had a head for detail, and a desire to cross every "T" and dot
every "I".

We looked all right after the first semester, but look brilliant after the
second. The downside of this was my sex life took a tailspin.  It became
next to impossible to get away. Football, the budget for the next year,
talks to the Chamber of Commerce and to the PTA took all my time.  I
couldn't get away for a minute. I also knew that there couldn't be any talk
about town about my sex life.  After the events of the last year I had to
be so pure that I'd make the Virgin Mary look like Mae West.

I got to like Alf.  He may have been trying to make amends for his father,
but he turned out to be a good kid. His uncles and aunts were nice people
and the Rogers were great. They were off to see their daughter in Texas
over the Christmas holiday, and Alf was to stay with me until his aunt
could pick him up on December 22.  I said I was going to spend the holiday
out of town with friends, but I was actually off to Lake Placid with Lou
and Jim.  This was the first time I had been away since the summer.

All was well until Alf's Uncle had a heart attack two days before Alf was
to visit, and the trip was off. His other relatives were on a trip to
Europe so Alf was with me. I didn't want an 18-year-old kid along for the
ride.  I didn't tell the Rogers about the change of plans, however.  I
figured they needed a rest too.  School was out December 21, Alf arrived at
my house and we went to Julian's restaurant for dinner.  The place was
quiet since the big rush of Christmas parties was over. Johnny was our
waiter.

Alf was uncomfortable when Johnny was at the table, and I realized that Alf
had no idea about my sexual interests. He thought that his adventures with
Johnny were unknown and that I had no idea what happened with the wresting
lesson in my basement.  I hadn't seen either Johnny or Julian much since I
became principal, so it was nice to see them again.

Julian came up to the table at the end of the dinner and asked us to his
house afterwards for desert. His wife had gone to see her sister in
Buffalo, and he would be joining her the next day, but he was a bachelor
for a night. He wanted us to sample some pastries he had prepared for the
holiday. The restaurant was all but empty so he closed early and we went to
his house.  Johnny joined us there.

Julian was a great cook, but I had never tasted his Greek pastries
before. They were spectacular. We helped him pack them for his trip to
Buffalo as we sampled them.  We were bloated after the feast and I got
ready to leave.  Julian stopped us.

"Johnny said you give great wresting lessons, Alf." Julian said. "Would you
be interested in giving me a lesson?"  Alf looked flustered.

"Coach should do it." Alf said.  "He's the pro."

"You were great." Johnny said.  "You had some great moves.  I told Julian
that. I told him about every move." he paused. "You were really great."

"Coach should show you. .  ." Alf said.

"Coach, Julian and I are old friends. " Johnny continued.  "We get together
just the way you and Ashton did. He won't mind at all." Johnny said. "Not
at all." It finally dawned on Alf just what Johnny was saying. He looked
shocked. Fortunately the libido of 18-year-old guys is high and Alf's was
particularly high. Lust overcame common sense and he said he was
interested.

Julian had an exercise room in his attic, left over from when his sons were
on my wrestling team. We went up and looked it over.  It was windowless and
carpeted in gym mats with weight equipment to one side. It was warm, but
dimly illuminated.

"I've got my sons' wrestling singlets."  Julian said, "They should fit."
Julian's sons were short compact guys and a good six inches and 100 pounds
smaller than me or Alf. The singlets were of a stretch fabric, but they
left nothing to the imagination as they barely covered my massive frame.
Alf had the same problem.  I had seen him in the showers for three years of
wrestling practice, but he had never seen me. He was trying hard not to
stare.

He and Johnny got into a wrestling position and rolled around for a while.
Julian came over to me and slipped his hand under me singlet and played
with my genitals. I put my arm around his shoulders and we watched the
match.  Alf was trying to concentrate on Johnny but was watching Julian and
me.  Alf eventually pinned Johnny and they got up. Alf was fully erect and
pre cum had made a wet spot on his singlet.

"I'm sorry." he said as he looked down and saw the wet spot. He blushed in
embarrassment.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about." I said. "We're all guys here." I
striped my over stretched garment off. "Let's save Julian some laundry
time."  I reached over and spread his shoulder straps and slipped his
singlet off.  I was half erect. Alf looked, dropped to his knees and
started sucking. Alf was no amateur cock sucker, and I admit that his
enthusiasm was catching.

It is strange. Most guys like to be sucked, and a lot of guys like to suck
them. Every once and a while you encounter someone who really loves
it. There was no holding back, no attitude, just pure passion for
cock. That was Alf.  It was a cruel quirk of fate that he got a bible
thumper father. I knew from my conversations with Johnny that Alf was as
good a bottom as he was a sucker.

"I knew that Alf wanted you, Coach." Johnny said. "He was afraid if you
found out he was gay you wouldn't like him any more."  Johnny, Julian and I
formed a tight ring with Alf at the center. Alf could easily reach any one
of our cocks and he seemed like a boy in the ice-cream store who wanted to
sample all of the flavors. He sampled them all.

After a while I got Alf up off his knees so he could get some air.  Alf was
big and very pale, hairless except for his thick pubic bush.  When he was
soft, his cock nestled in the bush and was unimpressive. Erect he was a
beefy 7½" with big, pink-purple mushroom head.

I got my first good look at it. "Damn, I had no idea you had so much meat!"
I said. Alf smiled.  I dropped to my knees and licked his pre cum covered
head. I had the tip of my tongue licking the heart-shaped underside when
Alf began to shoot. He shot several gobs, then I took the entire mushroom
into my mouth. This was the first time I encountered a hands free orgasm,
and I felt a bit flattered.

I figured that Alf was done for the night, but that didn't take into
consideration the sexual drive of a teenager.  He must have shot off at
least twice not counting loads he might have dropped in Julian's
ass. Johnny rear loaded him and I used Johnny's cum as a lubricant for
another good fucking. Alf enjoyed every moment. It seemed he was happiest
when there was a cock in his ass.

We went home after twelve, and the next morning I called Lou and asked if I
could bring Alf along. He said sure, but I didn't know if that was just
being polite. We left the house at three or so and arrived at the house in
Lake Placid a bit after 5:30.

The roads were clear but there had been a snow the day before so the
Adirondacks were a winter wonderland. The house looked like one of the
German wooden houses in a fairy tale, more suited for Red Riding Hood than
modern men.  It looked almost magical in the snow.

Jim greeted us, and helped us get our luggage in. Lou wasn't there. He
arrived around seven with Ashton. I was shocked since I had no idea Ashton
was in Lake Placid.  They explained that when Ashton had called to wish
them a merry Christmas they told him that Alf was coming too. Ashton flew
up from New York to be with Alf. I knew that they had hit it off, but
hadn't realized they had hit it off that well.

The holiday turned out well. Ashton took care of Alf both emotionally and
sexually and left Jim, Lou and me to ourselves. It was an ideal
arrangement.  I hadn't spent any time with Lou and Jim since that winter
night a year earlier.

Some people say that their best sexual experience was the first time they
got blown, or screwed. It seemed to me that it got better the more we did
it. When you know what is coming and what you can do to make it better, sex
gets better. I was also a lot more relaxed this time. When I sat on Jim's
monster, I felt as if I were melting on it. I remembered it was huge, but
it was still exciting. The cock kept on going deeper and deeper and when I
though he was in all the way Lou told me to relax and get the last two
inches in. I felt like a pig and a skewer. A very happy pig.

Later Lou and I were sixty nining and Jim fucked me. Lou had a front row
seat of his lover's cock thrusting into his other lover's ass. I couldn't
see what was happening but Lou's cock was oozing pre cum in a steady
stream. It wasn't oozing.  It was flowing.

I was doing the same. Lou deep throated me when Jim deep dicked me. We all
shot together in a spectacular climax. Jim and I weren't exactly lovers but
we knew that sexual chemistry as good as ours was a rare thing.  Lou liked
it all. We all fell asleep and I slept through the night except when Alf's
moans of pleasure woke me up.

He next morning I went into town to get a present for Alf.  I had a small
gift for him, but since he was away from his family for the first time, his
mother was dead and father institutionalized, I figured he needed more than
that. I found a sweater for him.

When I got back, Lou and Alf were talking. I realized that Lou shared some
of the same problems, and they hit it off well. We all went to a Christmas
Eve candlelight service at the Presbyterian Church and then had a good
dinner.  It was just enough religion for Alf, who's relationship with Rev,
Bumpass's church wasn't happy. Everything was relaxed and comfortable.

We had a big fire going and told funny stories that progressed into dirty
stories.  I didn't have to many experiences like that but Jim and Ashton
had been around. Alf was next to the fire and began to strip off his
heavier clothes.  I went to the kitchen to get a drink and when I came back
Alf was naked and trying to service everyone in the room.

He had never seen Jim's meat and when he got to Jim he did a double
take. It was an effort not to laugh.  Alf liked cock and he suddenly and
unexpectedly encountered the Sistine Chapel of cocks. He was
transfixed. Jim looked a bit like Santa and he did a very funny routine
with Alf as the little boy on his lap.

I realized that Alf must have had some exhibitionist tendencies because he
was obviously enjoying being naked in a group of dressed men. He also
wanted to get Jim's cock in his ass.  I was uncomfortable being dressed
with a naked boy in the room so I stripped and soon were all naked and
enjoying ourselves.  I don't know what the psychology of the situation was
but Alf was happy and comfortable.

I knew that he had never been able to please his father and I suspect it
was a real rush for him to be able to please men his father's age.  He
started out almost frantically trying to serve everyone, but he soon calmed
down.  He wanted to get skewered by Jim.  Jim was uneasy about that but
Ashton popped his cock in Alf's ass without effort.  Ashton wasn't a small
man and Alf looked like a puppy who had done a good trick and wanted a
bone.

"Well, lubricate him well!" Jim said.  "It is Christmas after all!"
everyone laughed and Alf looked relieved.  Ashton lubricated Alf's ass, and
this brought Alf exhibitionistic tendencies to the fore. He moaned and
wiggled and made great show in response to Ashton's probing.  When he
reached the prostate and began to massage it the acting stopped.  Alf
became a purely sexual being.  He quivered and shivered with every movement
of Ashton's fingers.

Alf was one of those guys for whom the prostate was the most sensitive sex
organ.  Ashton was the organist.  While this was going on, Lou was sucking
Jim to an impressive state of erection.  I watched as Ashton removed his
fingers and Jim began to work his horse dick in.  Jim had fucked me but I
had never watched him.  It was hard to believe that it would fit even in a
big boy like Alf.

Lou got me to get down on my hands and knees and he began to slip his cock
in my ass.  By now Jim's head had penetrated into the hole.  From the look
on Alf's face it had not popped through the sphincter.  Ashton gave Alf a
sniff of poppers.  Alf looked puzzled, then he exhaled and the head was in.
I took a snort of the same bottle and then gave it to Lou.

I relaxed and Lou was in to the hilt.  I was fascinated as Jim's cock
continued its progress into Alf, while Lou's cock began to pump.  A second
or two later, Lou and I had merged.  Alf was writhing in pleasure as Jim
rammed his prostate.  Jim's cock vanished completely, then he pulled out
with only the head in the hole and rammed it in.  A few seconds after that
we were all sprayed by Alf's sperm as he shot hands free.

If there was ever to be an Olympic medal for sperm shooting, Alf would have
won for both distance and amount.  His aim wasn't good.  He got Lou and me,
but also hit Ashton and sprayed some on Jim's chest.  The cum was in thick
globs, more like yogurt than cum.  I was astounded at the amount.  Lou
began to shiver and I reared up to increase the pressure on his cock as he
shot.  I knew he was filling my ass when warm cum spattered over me again.

It was Jim, who had pulled out and sprayed me for the second time that
night.  His aim was great. He shot a good dozen volleys over Alf's prone
body, all of which hit my chest.  It looked as if my chest hair had been
coated with sperm snow.  One shot hit my mustache and I licked it with my
tongue.

I'm not a cum hound, but Jim's was good.  Ashton came over and began
licking it up.  It turned out he was a cum hound.  Lou was still twitching
in my ass, and Alf rolled over and began to suck my cock.  Ashton finished
eating the cum as Alf got me to shoot.  It was the best Christmas Eve I had
ever spent.

Ashton took Alf to bed with him again.  I slept with Lou and Jim.

"Alf's a nice boy," Lou said, "but I'm afraid he's a sex pig.  I like sex,
but, boy!  That kid puts out!"

"He certainly does seem to like it." I said.  "At least being a homosexual
who loves sex is a big step up from being a vicious and destructive bigot.
I thought he was evil at one time."

"It's pathetic when being a sex pig is better than being a Christian" Lou
said.  "It doesn't seem right."

"There are loving Christians and hating Christians." Jim said.  "One acts
like Christ and the other talks about him.  Don't worry about Alf.  He's
Ashton's son now.  Ashton will take him under his wing and help.  Ashton
likes them young and very sexual, but not self-destructive.  Alf will be
all right."

I realized that Jim was hard again.  I rolled over and he slowly began to
penetrate my ass.  Lou smiled, and slipped under the covers.  His mouth
found my cock and I have no idea when I finally fell asleep.