Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 11:42:52 -0700
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Coach and the Meter Reader

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THE COACH AND THE METER READER
by
Ben Ezra Jacobson

      Gossip as gossip goes, benefits no one...but for the people of our
university town...for two weeks, it was the subject that was being
discussed in the bar rooms, the beauty shops and by middle school and high
school kids while they smoked their cigarettes under the train viaduct
where their parents would not see them.  The coach at the university, who
everyone knew, liked men as well as he liked women...and had a boyfriend
living in his house.  His wife, who was head of the women's physical
education department at the university was so offended, that she moved out
of the house and bought a home of her own in St. Louis, Missouri...to get
away from the big jerk.  The boy friend...one of the local utility meter
reader's wife had left him over the incidents.

     The truth of the matter was a little more logical.

     John and Mary Beth Copley were having problems before the scandal
erupted in our community.  They had married young and had two darling
little girls, but their lives were never harmonious from the start.  Mary
Beth Carter had been advised by her parents that she had not known the
dashing young athlete, John Copley long enough to have decided that she
wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.  Mary Beth saw him as a
white knight in shining armor...who would romantically sweep her off her
feet.  She, being unfamiliar with the art of making love...had not given
too much thought that children come from sexual intercourse...a subject
that her parents had never considered discussing with her.  They were too
uncomfortable with the subject and had given her a book about
intimacy...which she had lightly scanned but never completely read.

     On their wedding night, John was all in favor of sharing his brief but
modest knowledge of sex...but Mary Beth was too tired after the big flashy
wedding...and didn't want to share his bed.  She slept on the sofa and he
fussed and fumed all night in the bedroom with only his thumb and four
fingers to give himself relief.  In time, he persuaded her to sleep with
him...only to learn that at some point in her past, she professed to having
been molested by an older male...and rarely would succumb to his enticing.
After the birth of the second little girl...as far as she was
concerned...that part of her life was over.  About every sixth month, she
would give in for a 20 minute quickie...where he satisfied her needs...but
she was loath to reciprocate.  John became proficient at taking care of his
own needs by himself.

     When the oldest little girl went to Kindergarten...Mary Beth took the
two girls on a girls week end retreat to her sister's home in Chicago and
returned one time to clean out the house after she cleaned out their bank
accounts.  John, let her go.  Although he was concerned with what everyone
would think...he was advised by a well meaning friend...that it was best to
part friends...and start a fresh with someone new.  The advise was well
heeded.  John let her have it all and even helped her father and two
brothers pack the moving van.  She took the new car and he kept the old
truck.  The house sold a few weeks later after it was repainted inside and
cleaned up.  There was little equity left after the sale.  John got half
and Mary Beth the other.  That all came to pass weeks before the gossip
started.

     On the other side of town...lived Virgil Kenneth Rider and his wife
Betty Jo.  The Rider' s were childless.  Both worked for the university
with substantial incomes that allowed for a nice life style.  The Rider's
had a common characteristic...they both were bi-sexual and each had had
liaisons with people of both gender.  Betty Jo was a feminist as well as
the head of the Women's Athletic Department at our local university.  About
the same time that the scandal was beginning to develop, she was offered a
lucrative position with a new university in St. Louis, Missouri.  Her best
friend, was also an instructor with the Women's Athletic Department and the
two of them decided to accept the new position...and announced to the news
papers before they did their respective better halves...that they were
moving.  They bought a house together and in a few weeks...were gone.

     When Mrs. Rider finally told her husband of the promotion, after he
had read it in the press, his response was, "I am happy for you Betty Jo.
Your career has always met a lot to you.  Go with my blessing."

     And so it was, Betty Jo moved out and the coach was left, sole
proprietor of the University home in the woods.  That's when Coach Kenny
took John Copley who he started calling "little brother" into his home.
The gossip spread like wild fire...but there was so little information to
be had, that it soon lost it's luster and faded away.  None of the players
in this scenario had anything to say about the other participants.
Information was scant where there was anything at all.  A story of sexual
misconduct spread but could not be validated.  Neither Betty Jo nor Mary
Beth had any accusations to share about their ex husbands.  Each said that
their decision to relocate had only to do with career moves and that they
were completely on good terms with their former spouses.  The men said the
same...so those who speculated that some great sexual tryst had come to
pass soon became bored with the rumors and moved on to more exciting
 subjects.  When asked why he had moved into the coaches house, John would
simply reply, "the rent was cheap...and that is all I could afford."
Homosexuality was not a subject that interested many people in our
community back then...after all, the university was full of people of all
persuasions.

     July and August passed so very fast.  Autumn was approaching and the
coach was returning to his job as department head of men's athletics.  John
was back to reading the utility meters for the local electric company and
the interest in his divorce was of little consequence now to anyone.  He
and Ken had settled into a smooth adjustment to sharing a home.  Although
at first, John had been settled into a quest room while Betty Jo was still
at home... once she had relocated in St. Louis, John moved into the coaches
bedroom to share his bed.  It was a little different at first, but after
two weeks, they became so accustomed to each other's presence, that neither
wanted to sleep alone.

     John had never been a womanizer, but the coach had been.  Once John
was installed in his home, the coach's interest in female companionship
seemed to die on the vine.  The coach had recorded in his journal that he
and John had had sex every night and every morning since Betty Jo had
left...and he had for the first time in his life...felt completely
satisfied and happy.

     Shortly before Homecoming, several visiting teams would be attending
the University Swim Conference and Meet.  It would start on a Saturday
morning and run through Sunday afternoon.  The coach was going to need help
with it.  He solicited John's help and was able to put him on the payroll
as a staff member.  The event kicked off with a breakfast at 8:00 AM in the
Student Union building and then the first competition was at 10:00 AM.
John was given the responsibility to make sure all participants had
lockers, towels, access to the showers...and to keep the score cards
relegated to the corrected team's playing order.  There were college
students to help with the menial tasks.  Bus after bus rolled into the
parking lot to let athletic students off for the events.

     At the beginning of the first competition, there was a mad rush on
John and his staff to issue locker keys, make sure there were sufficient
quantities of towels and to provide for the athlete's needs.  John hurried
between the laundry room for the washing and drying of towels and getting
the fresh towels to the athletes.  The process took about an hour per load
on the high speed run, and the student participants were folding towels as
fast as they came out of the drier and passing them to the swimmers.

     "What do you mean you can't handle it," John said to one of the
participants, "then give them the towels unfolded...but keep them flowing,
guys."

     At one point, John himself was standing by the shower room door
handing out dry towels while a student helper collected the wet towels and
started the process all over...rushing them to the laundry to be recycled.
It was amazing the various body types that were entering and leaving the
shower room after rinsing the chlorine from their skin and hair.  All the
participants were trim.  Some were taller and some shorter, but everyone of
them had a nice dick on them...some incredibly large and others not so
much.  There was a little horse play in the shower room too.  Some guy got
his cock yanked another got his balls tweaked...but all was done in the
spirit of camaraderie.  There were no contentions in the group.  He saw
several athletes get boners in the shower when they lathered up with
soap...and one poor fellow not only got a hard on when he saw the other
naked boys...but without touching himself...had an ejaculation which
brought him a
 lot of teasing.

     John saw it all, and had fleeting remembrances' of his youth when he
too could get an erection at the sight of another naked person, man or
woman...and it did not take more than a few pumps on his rod to bring an
orgasm and ejaculation.  He wished now that he had been a little more
adventurous.  Sharing the coaches home had certainly done a lot to bring
him out of his shell.  The coach had loved him, held him close, comforted
him when he was blue, encouraged him when he was successful and had brought
out a persona of hope that he had not experienced in a long time.  Now he
could look at another naked guy and enjoy the beauty of the human form
without feeling shame for having done so.

     John went back to the laundry to check on the progress of more
towels. They were gaining on the effort.  If the flow of swimmers continued
as it was presently going...they would have sufficient, so not to be caught
in a bind, with wet boys standing around bitching about when they were
going to get a dry towel.  By 1:00 PM...the locker room staff was relieved
for lunch by a substitute team.  John sat down by the locker room entrance
to watch the events in the pool and to drink a Pepsi.

     "Hey, you finally getting to take a break," a dark haired athlete said
and plopped himself down on the bleacher next to him..?

     "Yeah, and it was not any too soon in getting here, I'll tell you,"
John responded.

     "The athlete laughed, "You guys were really working your ass off in
there."

      "Yeah, but we have it under control now.  We just underestimated the
quantity of dry towels that was needed," John replied.

     The athlete had a friendly smile.  He was wearing his teams swim brief
in a pale green with the university logo on it.  He had a towel over his
shoulders and would soon be returning to the competition.  John guessed
that he was about 19 years old maybe a little older...but not by much, and
about five feet ten inches tall.  His weight was... maybe 165 pounds.  He
was one of those guys who they used to refer to as "built like a brick
outhouse"...meaning a firm and hard body.  His eyes were dark and his hair
was so dark brown as to appear black.  He was a good looking kid...and he
filled out his swim suit.  It was obvious when he stood up to go...that his
endowment was not small...as the outline showed through the weave of the
fabric in his suit.

     "You going to be around awhile," he asked John?  "I am in the next
competition and when I am done...I'll come back over and we can talk a
little more."

     John coughed, "I'll be here," he answered back...as the athlete
touched his shoulder on standing and hurried down the walk way to the pool.

     "Shit," said John, "I didn't even ask his name."

     The next competition lasted about ten minutes...and true to his word,
the very wet athlete came back to where John was sitting.

    "I'm Derek, by the way...Derek Sullivan from SIU," he said, extending
his hand to shake with John.  "And you are?"

     "Oh, Sorry...John Copley.  I'm here helping my house mate with this
event.  He is head of the Athletic department," John replied.

     "Pleased to meet you John.  You're not connected to the university
here, then," he asked?

     "No...I work for the public utility here in town.  This is a free day
and I'm here to help the coach make things flow smoothly," he responded.

     "Well...you're sure doing a damn good job of it," Derek answered back.


      "What's the chances of you helping me get a couple of dry towels.  I
am done for the day...and after a hot shower to get the chlorine off...I
want to kick back and just relax."

     "Sure thing," John responded... "come with me."

     He got Derek a couple of dry towels while he showered off.  He walked
to the towel window naked...dripping wet and John handed him a large fluffy
warm towel.  While Derek was drying off, John got another towel fresh out
of the drier and still warm...and walked over to Derek's locker.  He was
drying his hair and so did not notice John looking at his groin.  All the
movement of the towel on his body had stimulated his penis and testicles
and the former was slightly on the rise.

     Pulling the towel from his face, he noticed John's gaze.  "Sorry about
that...but my boy and the twins get stimulated pretty easily when they are
touched."

     John laughed, "I do the same thing.  Think nothing of it."

     They both laughed.

     "Where's a good place to grab some lunch," Derek asked.

     "There's a burger joint across from the athletic building.  Or if you
prefer...there are a couple of good pizza places and a Chinese restaurant
about four blocks north," John suggested.

     "You doing anything the next hour," Derek asked?

     "Yeah, I have to be back on duty in about fifteen minutes,"

     "Bummer," Derek said, " What about later this evening ...like for
supper?"

     "I'm done at 5:00 PM for the evening.  We have a good steak house out
on the west end of town.  Reasonable prices and really good food.  Why
don't I pick you up...and we can grab a bite to eat."

     "Sounds great...Meet you here at 5:00," Derek asked?

      "That will work...talk to you then," John said as he waved good by
and hurried back into the locker room.

     All afternoon, he wondered why he had taken to Derek so fast and what
was Derek's motivation to build a sudden friendship like this.  Perhaps
each liked the sexual tension that had suddenly arisen in thought of the
other.  He guessed he would learn more about it at supper time.  The
afternoon was busy and passed quickly.  When Derek returned to the athletic
center...he was dressed in tan slacks and a short sleeve dress shirt.  The
neck was open and it was easy to see that he wore no tee shirt under it.
As for his slacks...they were snug and fit well...but it was not easily
discernible if there were briefs under them or not.  He wore brown loafers
with tan socks and looked very neat in his appearance.  He was all smiles
and his friendly outgoing personality still issued from his facial
expressions.

     "Do you mind if my house mate joins us," John asked?

     "Not at all," Derek replied.  "The more the merrier."

     When Coach Kenny came out of his office and walked up to John, Derek
smiled and extended his hand... to shake.

     Hi Uncle Kenny...Thanks for letting me join you and John for supper,"
he said with a big smile on his face.

     "What the hell," John said, "You two are relatives?"

     "Sure are little brother...I wanted to see how you would react to my
nephew spending the week end with us."

    The coach and Derek laughed...but John was still in a state of shock.

     "You mean, I've been had," John asked with a quirky smile on his
face..?

     "No...we just wanted to have some fun with you...see how you would
handle a sudden surprise," Ken said to him.

     "We hoped it wouldn't piss you off, John," Derek replied.  "I wanted
to come spend the week end...but was not sure how you would feel about
it...so we planned this little get acquainted scene to see how you would
react."
     "Did I pass," John asked?

     "You did, little brother...and there is more to the story.  My nephew
likes the same things that we enjoy," ken said...giving him a hard slap on
the back that jarred him from his state of shock."

     "So the incident in the shower room was to see how I would react," he
asked.

     "What incident in the shower room," Kenny asked?

     "I got an erection while toweling off...and I toweled my hair so my
face would be covered.  That way John could get a good look at things
below.  I knew when I looked at him again that he was not only
interested...but going to be a lot of fun."

     They laughed again as they went to the car.  Inside, John was not sure
he liked being the basis of their joke...but Derek was a good looking
kid...and some time with him back at the house might be a lot of fun.

     John leaned closer to Ken as they walked into the steak house, "Where
is he going to stay?"

     "In the middle between us," the coach responded...giving him a jab
with his elbow.  "You will enjoy it...I guarantee."

     All during the meal, Derek made polite and interesting
conversation...not mentioning anything he and his uncle had done in the
past.  John was just a little uncomfortable with this arrangement...but he
took a deep breath and decided to play along and to see what would happen.

                       .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     "Just lay your clothes over that chair, Derek.  Slip your shoes under
it...and in the morning when it is time to return to the university...your
things will be all together," the coach instructed.

     Derek kicked off his shoes, put his socks inside of them, removed his
shirt and then stepped out of his slacks.  He had a pair of boxers on
underneath in brown and black plaid.  He stepped out of them and stood
before them completely naked.

     The hall clock chimed midnight.  The interior lights were all turned
out and only the outside lighting gave any illumination to the room.

     "I usually take the left and John usually takes the right...that means
you are in the middle Derek," the coach said...as they all took their
places.  A king size bed with three is not so spacious as one would think.
Ken leaned over Derek and kissed John.  Then he kissed his nephew on the
cheek.  Ken turned on his right side and faced the window and was soon
snoring lightly.  John was so flabbergasted at how all this had transpired
so quickly...that he did not notice at first how Derek's hand was inching
towards his body.  Derek touched his side, then when John did not
protest...he moved to his chest and ran his fingers thorough the chest hair
and down to his belly button.  Still John said nothing.  He moved his hand
lower to run his fingers through John' pubic hair...but could not get there
because John was sporting a huge erection.  He flinched when Derek took it
into his hand.  Derek moved lower and massaged John's
 testicles and rubbed the hair on his right leg.  John turned to face
him...and reached out and touched Derek's face and ran his finger over his
brow, then along the side of his face, over his lips and down his
chin...moving down to his chest hair...which was black and straight.  Derek
reached out an took John's hand and moved it quickly to his groin and
planted his fingers around his cock.  Derek was hard as a rock.  John moved
his hand lower to Derek's testicles and felt them one by one.  They were
not as large as his own...but they felt good in his hand.  Derek moved
closer.  John moved closer.  Derek leaned over and kissed John on his lips.
John reciprocated. And then they embraced and held it there.

     John was not one who considered himself brave nor adventurous.  The
coach was breathing evenly and still snoring lightly.  John got up on his
hands and knees and turning in the bed, straddled Derek's head and leaned
over him in a perfect sixty nine position.  Derek knew what to do.  He
leaned upward taking John's dick into his mouth and began a slow suck that
increased the hardness of his penis.  As John moaned lightly, Derek took
his tongue and moved it to tickling his testicles and then upward to the
perineum.  John flinched...just as Derek moved higher and started to rim
him.  John froze.  As Derek's tongue went around and around the pucker...it
was all John could do to keep from screaming out.  Shifting his weight back
beneath John...he returned to sucking his shaft.  John tried to reciprocate
at the same time but became too focused on his own sexual simulations that
Derek was giving him.  He pulled off of Derek's prong
 and while on all fours...allowed the sensation to increase until he was
shaking...as his orgasm came on fast and furious...and he ejaculated his
full load into the back of Derek's throat.

    John was still frozen in place.  His arms outstretched holding his
shoulders even with his buttox.  The orgasmic sensation seemed to go on for
minutes instead of seconds.  When it finally subsided...he crawled off
Derek.  He was as weak as he could be.  He rolled off the bed onto the
floor.  As he got back on his hands and knees to try to crawl back into
bed...Derek stepped behind him and told him to stay on the floor.  With
some lubricant from the bed side table...he anointed John's sphincter and
the head of his own shaft and put it against his pucker.  It felt good
there.  He pushed in slowly and then pulled back.  When the sudden impact
pain ceased...he pushed in again.  It took a few minutes to get all the way
in up to his groin hair.  John pushed back against him.  Derek pulled out a
ways and then thrust back in with his might.  The head of Derek's dick
stroked John's enlarged prostate and created a mini
 orgasm.  For the next ten minutes, Derek teased him with the sliding in
and out motion...until he could feel his own orgasm building.  At last he
pushed in again really hard and humped for all he was worth.  On the ninth
stroke...he fired...filling John's rectal cavity with hot wet semen.  The
motion of his cock against John's prostate produced a second orgasm...not
as strong as the first...but enough that it felt really good and another
ejaculation meant that he had to take a handkerchief and wipe the drippings
from the carpet.

     The clock in the hall chimed two.  They hurried to the bathroom to get
cleaned up and climbed back into bed.  Morning would come too soon.

                         .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     The hall clock chimed 6:00 AM.  John crawled out of bed and headed for
the shower.  He was first there and so he would have to be cautious with
the amount of hot water he used so the other two would have sufficient for
their needs.  He lathered his hair with shampoo and then soaped up his
body.  His stiffening dick raised up to great the morning.  With it
lathered with soap...it only took a few strokes to get it to erupt.  The
sensation was very good...but not as intense as the during the early
morning hours.  Time was short and so he could not fuss over a smaller
ejaculation.  Rinsing the cum down the drain...he stepped out of the shower
and dried off.  When he came back into the bed room...the coach was just
pulling his cock out of his nephew's ass.  Both were dripping with semen.

     "I see you both were initiating the morning," he offered?

     "Yeah," said the coach, "Just like we always do when he is here."


     "You always fuck each other when he is here," John asked?

     "Yeah, since he was about fourteen years old," the coach replied.  "He
has gone from a little hard dick with a lot of cum to a big hard dick with
a lot of cum."

     "Weren't you ever concerned about getting caught," John inquired?

     "At first, yeah...but I learned I could trust him.  He has never given
me reason to doubt," the coach responded.  "How did you enjoy your time
with him last night?"

     "He told you, huh," John replied?

     "Of course.  He wanted to have sex with you since you first came to
stay with me.  Did you enjoy him?

     "Yeah, I did ken...but I don't want it to be a stumbling block for
us," John answered back.

     "It doesn't have to be little brother," the coach responded.  " I
trust him and I trust you.  And I love you both.  If we both can have some
fun with him...I am OK with sharing."

     "He's young, and good looking, and hung...and he gave my ass a good
pounding...and a double orgasm...but...  I love you," said John.

      The coached pulled him close and kissed him on the lips.  "I love you
too kid."

     Back at the university...the swimming contests continued.  In the
locker room, John saw a variety of good looking cock go into the showers
and back out.  Some were obviously interested only in the swimming contests
and others appeared to be looking for other things.

     John noticed a dark skin boy, originally from Africa.  His skin
glimmered in the light with the beads of water twinkling on his skin.  He
had a nice masculine face...and his endowment was long and thick as it hung
between his legs.  All the athletes noticed.  They would wink and comment.
The dark athlete only smiled.

      His name was Etoil and he spoke French and English.  His native
tongue was French...but he had been in the United States long enough to
have learned English fairly well...but he had a definite French accent that
made discerning his speech a bit of a challenge.  His body language though
was a different matter.  In the swim meets...his anatomy could hardly be
contained in the Speedo swim suits that the teams wore.  His endowment was
so large that it would slip between the leg openings of the Speedo and act
like a sea anchor...slowing him down.  His arms were powerful and he could
get long strokes...but his penis refused to stay confined...so he was
always the subject of much discussion.  In the shower...he was always the
center of attention.  The straight guys envied him...the gay ones wanted
him...so he was the subject of conversation a great deal.  Interestingly
enough... "he" never talked of sex.  In his country...a dark man who
 had intercourse with a light skinned person usually ended up in trouble.
If he were gay...it compounded the situation.  So in America Etoil was an
enigma...with both camps swearing that he was one of their own.

     The events ended at noon and awards and metals were presented.  The
swimmers were free to have lunch where they wished and with whom they
wished.  The groups filed out in multiples.  The coaching staff and clean
up crew did their last bit of work...and the building was empty by 1:00 PM.

     As the coach, John and Derek left the locker room...a few students
hung around the exterior.  Some planned on waiting for the buses to leave
and others waited for classmates to return from lunch.  Those hanging
around were either uninterested in lunch or out of funds.  The coach
anticipating such an issue...had arranged for one of the university
auxiliaries to bring sandwiches, chips and beverages to distribute.  This
was warmly received by those waiting.  Among the group was Etoil.  He sat
alone, ate alone and looked over a text book that he had brought with
him...quite alone.

     Derek walked over to him and extended a hand to shake.  Etoil was a
bit shy but did extend his hand.  Dark skin people were not as welcome in
those days as they became in later years...and for Etoil to associate with
white people would have been a crime in his country and frowned upon in
this one.  But setting aside the prejudices of a nation who had little
understanding in these matters, Derek spoke to him as an equal.

     We learned quickly that Etoil's bus had left without him.  He had not
earned any medals in the swim contest although he did place runner up in
many.  The sea anchor being the problem with his slow swimming scores.  And
ignorance being the reason behind his exclusion from the bus back to
Carbondale.  Although he seemed calm on the exterior...we wondered if he
was equally calm on the inside.  The coach, hearing of his predicament,
called SIU and asked to speak to president of the university...which he not
only knew very well, but was even able to catch him home at dinner after
having been to church.  He explained the problem with the African student
being left behind.  His friend, at SIU assured him that he would delve into
the matter in the morning...and that he would send a university car to
retrieve him first thing in the morning.  Etoil would be excused from his
classes and there would be no negative remarks entered into his file.
 The president assured his friend, Coach Kenny that the matter would be
rectified to everyone's satisfaction.  The coach was sure that it would be
so.  In the mean time...SIU would pay for his lodging at a motel and all of
his restaurant expenses.

     "Not so, my friend.  After he has been intentionally left behind...we
are not going to stick him in a motel.  I'm taking him home with me...and
he is going to get the best care I can give him," the coach answered back
emphatically.

     "Etoil...you are going to stay all night with us at my house.  The
president of SIU is a long time friend of mine and he is going to send a
private car to bring you back to your campus.  I am going to see that you
make your connections and follow up when you get home."

    The dark student, all smiles, could hardly contain his gratitude for
the kindness in correcting the abandonment.  In broken English, he
repeatedly thanked the coach and shook hands with John and Derek.  Derek
was suppose to return to SIU later that evening with some other
students...but he decided to wait and return with Etoil so he would not
have to make the trip alone.  Etoil was quite in agreement.

     The coach suggested the steak house again for lunch.  The proprietor
knew the coach well and had enjoyed his hammock on several occasions.  They
were seated at once and although some other patrons had their own opinions
of having a black student being served...the process went on without any
negative vocalization.  After a wonderful meal...the four returned to the
coaches home and found it nice to be away from the hub-bub of the
day...where they could kick off their shoes and relax.
       Derek went to the bathroom to grab a shower and returned to the
patio with his damp towel around his waist.  He walked over to the hammock
and climbed in...pulling the towel from around his waist and just laying it
across his groin.

     "Etoil...would you like a shower to cool off," the coach asked?

     The young black athlete indicated that he would indeed.  He also said
that his clothing had all been worn and he had nothing else to wear.  The
coach told him to bring his duffle bag to the laundry room and he would
wash his things while he was in the shower.  The athlete was astonished at
this kindness because in his country...you did not wash dark peoples
clothing in white peoples laundries.

     "Well it is different here, Etoil.  In America...we do what we want.
I have no problem with washing your clothing for you.  I have laid out
towels and wash clothes for you in my personal shower...and you are welcome
to use it."

     Etoil followed him to the laundry where his clothing was put into the
washing machine and the machine started.  He then followed the coach to the
coach's personal bath room and gave him the towels and wash cloth and even
started the shower for him.  The athlete stripped naked and climbed into
the shower.  The coach picked up his clothing and added it to the laundry.
As he walked out, he thought to himself...that the boy had the biggest dick
he had ever seen in his life.  Imagine never being able to keep it in your
underwear unless you were wearing knee lengths.  He smiled as he walked
down the hall to the laundry.

     When Etoil returned, his body was glistening from the beads of water
clinging to his skin.  He sat down in one of the chairs on the patio also
with his damp towel around his waist.  Derek called to him to come enjoy
the hammock.  Etoil got up and went to the hammock where he gingerly
climbed in, at the opposite end of where Derek was.  This way they could
see each other, face to face.  Like his predecessor, he pulled the towel
from around him and laid it over his lap.  Both could feel the air on their
buttox and back.

     "Zees is much fun," he said to Derek.  "Zee air feels good coming up
from underneath and cooling off body."

     Derek nodded in agreement and took hold of his own towel and cast it
on the ground.  Etoil did the same.  Now they were two athletes laying
naked in the hammock...each with his beautiful body exposed to afternoon
sun.

     "Een my country... black man and white man in same hammock...both
would be flogged," Etoil said...looking at Derek's body with admiration.

     "That is unfortunate Etoil...because here, such brutality would not be
tolerated if the law enforcement people were aware of it."

     "But I have read about such tings in your newspapers.  Beatings in
south where dark skin people are killed for looking at white woman," he
responded.

     "Sadly, that has happened, it is true...but you are safe here in the
north.  We do not do those kind of things," Derek responded.

     "I eem still not comfortable with idea...for fear," he answered back.

     "You are safe with us...I promise.  My uncle would never tolerate such
things at this university...or at ours in Carbondale," Derek again
reassured him.

     "I am grateful for your friendship and kindness," he said, "all of
you."

     Derek reached over and patted Etoils thigh with out thinking.  Etoil
looked a bit take back...but did not pull away.  Derek's close proximity to
Etoil's penis was stimulating...and the latter's member began to enlarge.
Etoil laughed, but was clearly nervous about the possibility of a
misunderstanding if anyone had seen Derek touch him.  Derek knew that he
was uncomfortable because of the strict laws of his country...and he
reached over and patted his thigh again...this time Etoil's penis came to
full mast.  Derek smiled but said nothing...he just reached over and took
it into his hand.  He did not know that a stiff dick could get any
harder...but it did.  Etoil leaned back and each change in movement of
Derek's hand brought a new round of sensations to his groin.  Derek
massaged Etoil's testicles which made him lean his head back and take a
deep breath.  The erotic sensation was such a new experience.  He wanted to
pull
 away out of fear...but he did not want to miss the tickling feeling that
was going up and down his rigid proboscis.  Derek ran his fingers and hand
all over Etoil's groin.  His pubic hair felt like steel wool.  It was
coarse...but he liked the touch and feel of it.  He rolled his balls around
in the palm of his hand.  Etoil's breathing was becoming more intense.
Moving his hand back to his cock...he began to slow stroke it.  Etoil's
fore skin had stretched to accommodate the growing rod.  A few more strokes
and Etoil erupted like a new volcano.  Semen shot a good four feet into the
air...lots of it and it settled on both of them alike, covering both of
them in a milky white, sticky liquid.

     Etoil looked at Derek with both fear and gratitude.  Derek sensing his
unrest, leaned forward and took his hand and held it for a manner before
placing his hand on his own cock...hoping he would reciprocate.  Etoil
pulled his hand away quickly.  Derek reached over and took his hand again
and placed it on his own cock and this time Etoil did not pull away.  He
rolled his friend's white penis around in his hand and then took hold of
Derek's testicles.  The sensation was almost electrifying for both.

     "Een my country...I would be killed for doing this," he said.

     "You like," asked Derek.

     "Oui, I do," he answered back.  "You feel good in my hand."

     During this dialog...the sun had set and the air had began to cool.
With the cooling temperature and the absence of a breeze, mosquitoes moved
into the back yard.  Everyone made a dash for the house where the comfort
of the air conditioning eliminated all the outdoor nuisances.

     The coach had prepared some assorted sandwiches and chips...some left
over from his order for the late students after the matches of the day.  He
set out some bottles of soda pop...knowing that John had sworn off beer and
the students were legally yet too young.  They sat at the kitchen
table...all naked, all having showered and all having grown weary with the
events of the day.

     The coach and John retired to their room for some relaxation therapy.
Derek was installed in the guest room and Etoil was installed in the second
bedroom that had once been Betty Jo's room...now with new furniture and
decor since she had taken her things to St. Louis.

     The coach and John spent their sexual energy fairly quickly and both
were asleep by midnight.  Derek had gone to bed but was very much awake.
Etoil was not used to the nice surroundings of a room like the coach had in
his house and was finding it difficult to relax and to sleep.  He lay on
his back in the middle of the full size bed with only a sheet covering his
naked body.  He reached beneath the sheet and put his fingers around his
stiff cock.  He had enjoyed the sexual release that had been afforded him
by the coaches nephew.  Thinking about it only increased the intensity of
his hardness.  He longed for another such event...only this time with his
considering that he was safe in America...more participation on his part.
He tossed and turned.  Regardless how he lay...it was not comfortable.
Getting up and going into the bathroom he shared with Derek's bedroom...he
urinated into the bathroom bowl and flushed.

     From the quiet of the night, he heard a slight whisper, "Etoil...are
you OK?  Are you having trouble sleeping too."

     It was Derek's voice.  "Oui, mon ami...I am not sleeping," he
whispered back.  He walked carefully and deliberately into the next room
where Derek lay on the bed with out a sheet over his naked body.  He stared
down at his lovely white skin and his stiff cock staring back at him.

    Derek raised his hands out to him.  Etoil came over to the foot of the
bed and slowly climbed upon it...slowly creeping upwards toward the face
looking back at him.  He over shadowed him and lowered his body on top of
Derek's.  Derek reached up and put his arms over his shoulders and then
around his neck and pulled him down on top of him.  Etoil lay there on top
of his friend but keeping his elbows and knees at such a diagonal pitch as
not to crush the boy beneath him.  Neither spoke.  Etoil let Derek hold him
close.  As his elbows and knees wearied...he let him feel more and more of
his weight.  Etoil became very erect and rigid.  His penis pressed against
the groin of his friend.  He doubled the size of his host.  Derek had his
face next to Etoil and leaned back enough to kiss the side of his cheek.

     "Don't...please.  It is not right," stammered Etoil.

     Derek whispered back, "It is OK my friend...mon ami...we often kiss
the face of our friends.  You as one who was reared speaking French surely
know your customs."

     "That only applies to white people," he returned, " blacks are not
permitted such pleasantries."

     "Well you are here," he responded and kissed his black friends cheek
again.  This time Etoil did not pull back...but surrendered his weight to
Derek and let him kiss him again.


     Derek hoped that Etoil would kiss him back.  Etoil wanted to but it
was too much too soon.  He wrapped his arms and legs around Derek and just
held him close.  Grabbing him around the waist...Derek rolled Etoil over,
onto his back and this time he was the one who was looking down at the dark
face of his handsome friend.  He put his hands on either side of Etoil's
face and gripping his firmly...planted a kiss on Etoil's lips.  Etoil had
tears in his eyes.

     Derek raised up and looked at his friend, " Have I offended you...I am
so sorry.  It was not my intention to do so."

     "No, eet is not offensive.  I feel overwhelmed.  No one has ever
kissed me on the lips before...never.  Eet feels good...but I feel
unworthy."

     "Not so, mon Ami," said Derek and kissed him again and then again.

    Etoil wiped the tears from his eyes with a Kleenex from the bed side
table and then reached up and kissed Derek back.  They held each other for
a few minutes...and Derek lifted his weight off Etoil's body.  He kissed
Etoil's nipples.  They become very hard...he kissed his chest and then his
belly button.  Etoil was mesmerized and sort of frozen.  He ran his chin
through the black steel wool that was his pubic hair.  His penis was long
and hard and pointing towards his chest.  Derek ran his tongue over the
long shaft a few times before engulfing it in his mouth.  There was still
plenty left when he deep throated it.  He ran his tongue over the black
students testicles.  They too were large and low hangers.  He moved back up
and engulfed the head of his penis again.  A few more strokes and Etoil
fired giving him a mouth full.  Derek went to the bathroom to spit.  Not
because of the skin color but because oral sex had always been a
 bit of a challenge for him...and he did not like swallowing it regardless
to the color of the skin from whence it came.

     Etoil rolled him over on to his back and took Derek's prong into his
mouth...and in a few long strokes, had him too shooting his load.  Derek
went to the rest room to urinate while Etoil spit the fresh cum into the
Kleenex and put it into the waste can.

     "Can I stay here with you," Etoil asked when he returned to Derek's
bed?

       "Yes, please stay...I would like for you to stay."

      The hall clock struck 5:00 AM.  Etoil knew that the SIU president's
car would not arrive until 10:00 AM.  It was too early to get up and start
Monday...but he was wide awake.  Although his performance in the swim meets
were not outstanding his maneuvers in bed with Derek had been.  He could
not recall having ever enjoyed the sexual stimulation that he had had the
last twelve hours as much as he had had during his whole life.  It almost
seemed like a dream.  Perhaps it was.

     He climbed from bed and slipped into the restroom where he relieved
the pressure on his bladder.  When he returned to his bedroom...he found
Derek still asleep in his bed.  The sight of his naked body...brought back
all the sexual tension he had enjoyed the night before.  He put one knee on
the bed, ready to crawl back in...when Derek open his eyes and smiled at
him.

    "Etoil...crawl over top of me and let your balls hang in my face,"
Derek said.  Etoil did as he was bid...straddling Derek's head, let his
cock and balls hang in Derek's face.  He lowered his own face over Derek's
hard ware and scooped his flaccid penis into his mouth.  It became erect in
just a few seconds.

   Derek raised up and ran his tongue over Etoil's testicles.  He sucked
one into his mouth and rolled it around on the top of his tongue.  Then he
did the same to the second one.  The stimulation was like electrical
current.  Etoil's penis became very rigid.  As hard as he tried, Etoil's
penis became so hard that it was nearly impossible to maneuver it around
because of it's great length.

     "Pull yourself off the top, Etoil," Derek asked.  Etoil climbed off as
bid.  Derek took both hands to squeeze and stimulate Etoil's endowment into
it's full length.

     He grabbed a jar of petroleum jelly from the night stand and applied a
thin coat to the first eight inches of Etoil's penis...and then applied an
ample amount to his own anis.  Turning in the bed...he aligned his
sphincter to Etoil's erection and pushed back against it.  The head slipped
right in...but the rest took some preparation and some patience to get it
in as far as it would go.  It hurt...but they persisted and after a half
hour...it was in nearly ten inches.  Etoil was dumbfounded that two men
could accomplish such a feat...but it was feeling real good when Derek
pushed back against it.  Finally, Derek instructed him to push in and pull
back.  They kept the action going for over a half hour.  Etoil was getting
really excited.  It had been slow going to get Derek to stretch that far.


      Now that he was stretched and used to this super dick up his ass...he
commanded Etoil to pump away.  Etoil did as instructed...and blasted him
with a super load and one eye crossing orgasm.  When Derek drained into the
commode...he was amazed at the quantity of semen floating in the bowl.
When he returned to the bed...Etoil was up on his hands and knees with his
anus lubricated.  Derek knew what to do.  He scooted closer on his knees,
aligned his hard on to the rectum and after a generous coating of petroleum
jelly...pushed in.  It hurt at first but after a few slow and go
penetrations...he adjusted to the stretch and pressure and found that
having a nice cock up his ass was very stimulating.  Every time Derek's
penis head stroked across his prostate...he received another jolt of
electric shock in that area.  It only took a dozen pumps and Derek unloaded
another big load into his colon.  Etoil got so excited that he had a second
 orgasm.  Only this one was much less intense and fewer ejaculation spurts.

     The clock struck 7:00 AM and the coach and John were starting to stir.
Derek went back to his room and climbed into the bed.  A few minutes
later...the coach came in and rousted him out.  Both Derek and Etoil looked
like they had slept very soundly.

     "You are not kidding me, nephew...I know you screwed Etoil twice last
night.  If you had not made so much noise...you would have known that John
and I were doing the same thing," the coach said as he swatted him across
the ass.

     Breakfast was ready shortly.  After that was accomplished and showers
were completed and everyone dressed...they left in the coach's car for the
Athletic building on campus.  At 10:00 AM sharp...a black Lincoln Town Car
pulled up in the circular drive in front...and a white haired chauffer
stepped out.  The coach recognized him immediately.

     "Rodney Southers...you old son of a gun...it is so good to see you
again."

     "Good morning Coach.  I have come for our two lost students.  Thanks
for taking them under your protective care," he replied.

    "Rodney...I want you to meet Etoil Lamumba one of our swimmers and you
know my nephew Derek," he said.

     "I certainly do...and he shook hands with both boys.  You will have a
two and a half hour drive to Carbondale.  I hope you have some books to
keep you busy?"

  As the two students got into the back seat of the car, they noticed that
there was a partition between the cab and the passenger compartment.  The
passenger could close the partition.  Maybe the trip to
 Carbondale would be more eventful than they had thought.  Rodney again
shook hands with the coach
 and returned to the Town Car.  In a matter of seconds...they were on their
way south.


                   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     " I hate Mondays," the coach said out loud.  No one was around to
hear.  He had dropped John off at the utility company and had driven on to
the university with the boys.  Now they were all on their way in their own
schedules.  The coach went to his office and reviewed his planner.  His
first class was not until noon.  He had two hours to spend doing other
things.  He could work on a new event that would be forthcoming in
November.  He could put his head down on his desk for forty winks.  He and
John were so busy amusing and entertaining each other last night...that a
short nap would be quite nice.  He could go check the chlorine level on the
pool.  This seemed like a better choice of his time.  After a last slug of
coffee...he stood up and went into the pool room.  The PH level of the
water was in the safe range.  So were the chlorine levels.  They stayed
pretty well in line...and that had not been a huge concern so
 far this school year.  As he entered the locker room...he could hear water
running.  He walked to the communal shower and found a lone student
standing under the water.

     "Good Morning," he called to the student.

     "Morning Coach," the guy called back.  "I came in to swim a few laps
this morning."

     "That's cool...but there is no life guard on duty...you know," the
coach answered him back.

     "Could you stand guard for a few laps, he asked?

     "Suppose I could," the coach responded.  "I don't have a class until
12:00 Noon."

     "Better yet, come swim with me.  Tell me if I have my strokes right."

     The coach smiled as the red haired student turned to face him.

The red haired student standing before him was a senior named O'Mallay.  He
had a lot of red groin


 hair and a huge uncut cock that was standing straight out in front of him.


     "O'Malley...the last time I went swimming with you...we almost got
caught in the pool naked."

     "I know coach...but this time...we could wear trunks so that doesn't
happen again."

     The coach went to the office and came back with a pair of Orange
trunks which he tossed to him.  O'Mallay stepped into them and headed for
the pool.  The coach followed.  O'Mallay dived into the water as the coach
pulled his polo shirt over his head and stepped out of his coach's shorts.
He was wearing a little speedo underneath...and if it had been a little
smaller...he would not have been able to contain himself.  The two swam
about fifteen minutes and then got out.  O'Mallay had a full erection going
and his cock was sticking out perpendicular to his torso.
     "Coach, I need to do something about this," he said.

     "Yes, you do.  Let's go to my office."

     Once inside, the coach closed and locked the door.  O'Mallay stepped
out of his trunks and wrung the water from them with his bear hands.  He
stepped up onto a two foot wooden box that put his dick at the coach's eye
level.  The coach took his hard cock with all the red hair around it...into
his mouth and gave him a slow blow job.  It took about twelve minutes of
playing with his balls, rimming his sphincter and finally penetrating his
anal canal with a long finger to get O'Mallay to shoot his load.  He
dropped white cum all over the wooden box and floor.  The coach kicked a
wet towel that way to absorb the semen.  O'Mallay climbed down from the box
and then turned to face it and bent over.  The coach lubed his own cock
with petroleum jelly and applied a dab to O'Mallay's pucker and slipped in.
It was warm and tight.  It didn't take very many pumps until the coach shot
his load inside of him.  O'Mallay got so hot
 with the humping that he had a second orgasm from having his prostate
pummeled by the coach's long cock.  His second ejaculation was not as heavy
as the first...but the orgasm was every bit as intense.  He told the coach
that having a big dick up your ass makes all the difference in the world as
far as the quality of orgasm.  The coach totally agreed.


      They both went back to the shower for a quick rinse.  The coach
slipped back into his shorts and polo shirt...with out underwear this
time...since they were wet.  O'Mallay hurriedly dressed and hastened off to
class and to meet with friends.

     "Hey Coach...you have time to give me another swim lesson Wednesday
morning about 10:00 AM," he asked...smiling?

     "Can't Wednesday Bud...how about Thursday at 7:30 AM..?"

     "Yeah...yeah I guess I can get up that early," he replied.

     "If you want me to fuck your ass...you're going to have to," the coach
answered back.

     "OK, OK, Coach.  I want all the lessons you can give me.  See you on
Thursday.  Bye"

     O'Mallay left the pool building.  The coach smiled.  He had given
O'Mallay a swimming lesson two or three times a week all of last year.
Guess he would keep instructing him this year.  After all...the poor
guy...it was the least he could do to keep him happy.

     Coach taught four hours of classes in the afternoon and returned home
around 5:30 PM after a quick stop at the BURGER AND BREW...for a couple of
beers.  When he got home...John was showered and laying on their bed on his
stomach fast asleep.  Coach showered and dried himself before coming back
into the bedroom and laying down on top of John with his cock between
John's butt cheeks.  John raised his butt a little to feel the coach's
presence there.

     The coach kissed him on the back of the neck and leaned into his butt
with his rapidly hardening penis.

     "Kenny...would you like to massage my prostate before we have supper,"
John asked him.

     "Hell yes...I'd massage your prostate for you anytime you wanted it."

     John handed him the lube and got up on his hands and knees and leaned
forward...with his shoulders down on the bed.  His pucker readily exposed.


     Kenny took a small amount of the Vaseline and applied it to John's
pucker and slowly went around and around on the nerve laden tissue.  John
kept flinching because it felt so good.  Then Kenny began to insert his
smallest finger slowly massaging the inner tissue.  It was obvious that
John had cleaned himself out anticipating this moment.  The coach pulled
out his little finger and replaced it with the middle finger.  At first it
kind of hurt a bit...and he backed off giving John time to stretch a little
bit more...then reinserting his index finger and when he got to his
prostate gland...began to massage first one side than the other.  They had
the foresight to place a large dark towel under them.  This way as he
milked John's prostate and the pre-cum began to flow...they could see the
spots on the towel.  The sensitivity was making John's legs shake.  He
turned onto his left side and the coach lubed his penis with Vaseline and
 inserted it into John's anus.  John pulled his right leg forward
perpendicular for better penetration.

     "Oh," he signed as the head of Kenny's penis hit his prostate.

     Kenny pushed in as far as he could go and then pulled all the way out.
When he pushed through the pucker a second time...the sensitivity was
greatly enhanced.  He repeated the motion a couple of dozen times.
Although John could have enjoyed another couple dozen inserts...the
activity was making the coach super sensitive.

     "John, straighten your legs and push back against my groin."

    John did as instructed.  The pressure on Ken's stiff dick deep in
John's canal kept it hard.  Ken taking more lube began to stroke John's
hard rod.  He changed the intensity with each stroke...coming up over the
head of his penis and then down the long shaft to the base.  John was
getting close.  He was leaking pre-cum in copious amounts...and every time
the coach thruste into him...he felt his orgasm getting closer.  In a
matter of seconds...John shot his load.  The fact that Ken's stiff dick was
in place...greately enhanced the feelings.  When Kenny moved in and out a
little as John's orgasm was taking place...he was getting louder with his
groans and sensations.

    "Oh Shit...Oh fuck," he screamed.  "Pound me harder Ken."

     Ken gave him all he had with in...and John' shot several large spurts
that missed the towel all together and went over the edge onto the carpet.
He had shot almost five feet from his lying position.  The intensity was
toe curling.


     John pulled both of his legs back up to the perpendicular position to
give Kenny more room to hump his ass.  All it took was a dozen and a half
deep penetrations and the coach shot his load of cum deep into John's
canal.  He too moaned and shivered as his orgasm intensified and then
weakened.  When he pulled out...his dick had gone super soft...but was
still hanging long and mean.  The coach got up on his hands and knees and
leaning over John, kissed him on the lips...before hurrying off to the
bathroom to rinse off once more in the shower.  John followed and sat on
the commode to drain.  It felt like the coach gave him a pint of semen even
though he knew better.  He to rinsed off in the shower before the two
wandered to the kitchen to look for something for supper.  Neither of them
had planned ahead...so supper turned out to be a couple of TV dinners from
the freezer and some left over pastry from breakfast.

     That night they slept close to each other and slept a solid eight
hours with out any interruptions.  It was a great nights rest.

     On the way back to Carbondale...with the air conditioner running in
the Lincoln Town Car, the blinds shut under the guise of taking a nap...and
the radio on in the front...Derek and Etoil gave each other some oral
pleasure and each hand jobbed the other to the point of ejaculation.  Derek
invited Etoil to spend the night in his dorm room since he did not have a
room mate this quarter.  Etoil accepted.  He accepted every night that
week...and the following week after a call from Coach Kenny to the his old
friend the University president...the two were assigned as permanent room
mates.