Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2004 10:51:05 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach-12

Swimmer-Coach - 12
By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens and male
adults. If you are underage, or if possession of such material or
readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or
more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you
reside, please pass over this story. The story is the property of the
author and may not be distributed without written permission.

Please feel free to contact the author or editor with your thoughts. Both
e-mail addresses are listed above and at the end of the chapter.

These are the continuing story of my life as I lived it. It starts with "My
Journey" archived on Nifty under the camping category. I also wrote a
follow up to that to tell what happened when I returned home from that
experience. That sequel is "Swimmer-Coach" and is archive on Nifty under
the high school category. This story continues my life before and after
returning home from military service. Then guys started writing to me
asking for more details, and my editor said I should continue, and then I
felt well, why not, as some younger guys might learn from my experiences,
so it continues under both stories. I hope you enjoy them and I hope they
give you an idea of what could be if you are willing to face the devil's
head on and beat them at their own game.

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I awakened with Aston's hand caressing my swollen cock. It felt good! I
laid still and waited to see what he would do. I felt his fat hardon press
in deep between my butt cheeks and thighs. His pubic hair prickled my
skin. I couldn't help myself and I softly groaned in pleasure.

I felt his warm breath on my neck as he spoke, "Good morning, sexy. Like
what you feel?" He emphasized his word with a few quick thrusts into my ass
cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, I'm liking what I feel, but I got to tell you my bladder is
ready to burst!" and I started to laugh. He let go of my swollen member and
rolled off his side of the bed, I rolled and followed him to the bathroom.

The two of us stood in front of the toilet bowl, stiff legged, tall, with
our hard penis in hand, straining to get the flow started. We were giggling
with our mutual dilemma, and then the dams broke and two solid streams of
gold plunged downward. It sounded like a horse pissing in a corral, which
made me laugh as I explained my feeling of joy to Aston. He grunted
agreement as he shook his dick to get the last drops out and off. We stood
there and leisurely stroked our limp cocks, enjoying the freedom to do so.

Astons arm slid around my waist and he pulled me into his side. His lips
pressed mine as his wet tongue forced its way between mine and filled my
mouth cavity. He quickly pulled away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that, but
it felt so good to do it. Like it was the natural thing to do."

"What are you sorry about? It felt good to me. You taste good. Come on give
me another one, one like you mean it."  My hands gripped his bare hips and
pulled him tight into me. It registered in my mind that our cocks were
pressed together and Aston's arms were gripping my back and caressing. It
was brief, but satisfying.

Aston pulled away and turned on the hot water faucet at the sink. He was
looking in the mirror and examining his chin. "Do you think I need to
shave? Or can it wait till later? Hey, we had better get dressed and down
to the dining room for breakfast. What time is it now? What do you want to
do today?

"Hold on, fuck buddy. I first want to wash off all evidence of last night's
funfest. I'm going to take a nice hot shower while I have the chance.  And
from a whiff of you, I'd say you need to shower also." I gave his ass cheek
a friendly slap. I turned and started stepping into the tub and felt his
finger breach my ass. I let out a surprised yelp.

"Tit for tat! Make it a quick shower. That tub is too small for both of us
at one time. And wash your butt good!" he said as he exited the bathroom.

I quickly wet down my body, grabbed the bar soap, worked up a lather and
washed down my crotch, between my ass cheeks, and then my armpits. Rinsed
off the soap and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel at the same
time. Aston was at the sink, shaving. As I toweled dry, I admired his
backside. He had well developed shoulders, rather wide so that his lat
muscles tapered down to his size 36 waist, where his fully developed ass
cheeks rounded down to this heavy thighs and impressive calf muscles, very
masculine and quite nice to fuck on.

Aston wiped the last of the shave cream from his chin, rinsed his razor and
turned to see me staring at him. "Like what you see, soldier boy?"  He
stepped past me and into the tub, pulling the curtain around him. The water
started and I heard him soaping up his body. I stepped to the sink, and
feeling my face stubble, decided to shave.

I finished shaving, as Aston finished his shower. I was splashing some Old
Spice after-shave on my face and chest. "Is that why you always smell so
yummy?" He bent close and took a big whiff and laughed as he toweled dry.

"I guess! I've never used any other after-shave. I like the smell, fresh
and spicy. What do you use?" I put away my razor and toiletries in my ditty
bag and turned waiting for his reply.

"I don't. I like my own smell. I don't cover it up with anything." He
finished toweling dry and hung up the towel and went into the bedroom to
dress. "You think these uniforms will be okay to wear a second day?"

"I don't see why not. Hell, we hardly wore them. Yeah, I think they will
pass muster."

I slipped into a fresh pair of briefs and tee shirt. I sat down on the edge
of the bed and pulled on my socks. I looked over at Aston as he dressed. It
was hard to believe I had gone to bed with him, let alone fucked around
with him. He sure didn't look the stereotype pansy of the 50's. He was one
good-looking dude, very masculine looking and acting.

We went down to the dining room of the hotel. It was like a fantasyland to
us. Crystal goblets, white crisp linen table covers and napkins, silver
place settings on every table. The tableware was porcelain china, very
elegant. The captain escorted us to our table, offered us the menu and made
some suggestions for what he called brunch.

"That sounds wonderful to me. May we have coffee first?"

"Certainly, sir, I'll have a carafe for each of you served immediately." He
snapped his fingers and pointed. I noticed one of the waiters make his way
to our table. He took each carafe from his tray and from it filled our cups
and then set the carafes above our plate. Aston was smiling and coughed,
covering his mouth with his hand. I asked him if he was all right.

"Yeah, I was just amused at the waiter. He stood behind you and took a deep
breath several times and had a satisfied look on his face as he walked
away." He reached for his cup of coffee and took a sip. "Man, this is great
coffee better that we get at home or should I say mess hall! What nice
aroma and flavor." He carefully set down the fine china cup back into it
saucer. He looked up at me and asked, "So what do we do this afternoon? I'd
like to go to the Burly-Q as I thought I saw a playbill that Busty Russell
was appearing daily. She's the gal that has tassels on the tips of her
breast and can make them go in different directions. It is really something
to see. A buddy of mine saw her do it in Atlantic City."

"Sounds okay with me. I'd like to see that. My old man was a fan of
burlesque and talked about it all the time. He took my older brothers, but
I never got to go with them." I sipped from my cup and enjoyed the fragrant
coffee.

Two waiters approached with our brunch, carefully slipping it in front of
us from the left side. They stood tableside and asked if there would be
anything else. I looked at the plate full of ham slices, scrambled eggs,
grits, and sliced tomatoes. It seemed to be enough for me. We quickly
dispatched the food, and the waiters quickly cleared the empty plates. We
were then served several small fruit Danish and fresh carafes of coffee.

The waiter stood slightly behind Aston and asked if there were anything
else he could bring to us. I replied that I thought everything was fine, in
fact excellent. I mentioned that I did have a question.

"And what would the be, Sir?" He stood looking at me.

"A while ago, my friend observed you taking several deep breaths behind
me. What was that all about?"

"Oh, I am sorry Sir, I didn't mean to offend, its, its, just that you smell
so fresh, so masculine, I just had to ...." and he trailed off, embarrassed
at his confession.

"I quite understand. Thank you for your candor. Actually, I'm a bit
embarrassed myself. You are the second person today to tell me that," and I
gave the waiter and Aston a big smile.

We left the hotel and made out way through the city, looking at shops, and
finally came to the Burlesque theater. We paid the admission price and
entered the auditorium. There were quite a few GI's there before us, as
well as, regular patrons. It was predominately male, of course.

The curtain parted with fanfare, the house lights dimmed and the stage lit
up. The MC made his announcements of today's bill, made some risqué remarks
and then introduced the first act.  I watched mesmerized by the jugglers
and tumblers and magician. Then came the comedians with their witty jokes
and puns. Finally, the act we had come to see was announced. Busty Russell!

She entered the stage in a feather trimmed long gown, which trailed behind
her. She strutted to a fro,making remarks to pique our interest in the main
event, seeing her toss her tassels to and fro. We just whistled, jeered,
and let out lusty howls and great applause as she opened her gown and let
it slip to the floor. There she stood, the picture of lurid lusty
womanhood. Several guys were standing, giving out wolf whistles and telling
her to take it off, take it all off! Their buddies finally were able to
pull them back down into their seats and the show continued.  She pulled
off garters to fling to the audience, and slips of fabric as she strutted
back and forth on stage. Finally with great ado, she pulled off the bra and
there were her lush full-formed size 44D breasts, with the famous tassels
swaying in the breeze.

"Okay, boys. Watch closely as I get them going for you. First we'll twirl
to the right," and the band came in with music as Busty moved her body
getting the tassels to swing and twirl to her right. I watched in
wonder. She stopped, looked out into the audience and said, "Now I suppose
you want to see them go left!" and she wound up her hips and started the
tassels moving to the left. The audience and I were going wild; I was
clapping and beating on the seat in front of me, stamping my feet on the
floor as I watch this woman demonstrate her skill.

"Okay, boys, now I'm going to really show you something amazing!" I watched
silently as she gyrated her body so that the tassels moved in opposite
directions. The band gave out with a drum roll ending with a bang as Busty
threw her hips forward and pulled off her panties. I held my breath, but
then saw she was wearing a g-string underneath. She sauntered off the stage
as the audience went wild yelling, cheering, hooting, howling, and
screaming their approval of her act.

Aston was slapping me on the back as we stood with the others and
applauded. He turned and hugged me, released me and joined in the
uproar. Busty came back on stage took several bows and then as an encore
drew a feather boa through her legs and over her crotch and the band played
a bump and grind.

We left the theater with hoarse voices and well pleased that we had seen
the show. We went to a bar and had some real beer, not the 3.2 stuff served
on base. Aston was quiet, and after our second beer and a lot of small
talk, he suggested we go back to the hotel for a nice dinner and hit the
sack early. The beer had started giving me a buzz and I thought his
suggestion a good one. Dad had always told me never to drink on an empty
stomach. I hadn't heeded his sage advice and was feeling the effects.

We made it back to the hotel and into the dining room. The maitre d'hotel
asked, "Will you be dining with us this evening?" Well, duh, of course we
were dining with them.

"Yes, perhaps a table back out of the way." He smiled at that and led us to
a table in back of the room, away from the other diners,

"I think this table will fill your needs, sir. And thank you for suggesting
it, sir! I'll have a waiter serve you shortly." He smiled as he turned and
made his way back to the entranceway.

"What the fuck was that all about?" asked Aston. He sat down rather quickly
and braced himself on the table. "Whoa, that was interesting." Apparently
the beer was working its effects on his sense of balance.

"I think, dear Aston, that we have picked up the smell of the local bar and
are quite aromatic, thus my asking for this secluded table. In a word, I
think we are RANK!"

"Oh, I thought something was wrong. What's our rank got to do with
anything?"

"I mean, my dear Aston, we are somewhat under the table so to speak, we are
becoming drunk!" Just as I made that pronouncement, the waiter appeared
with the soup course and placed them before us along with a plate of
crackers.

I tried to remember the manners my mother had taught me, and carefully
picked up the soupspoon and carefully spooned toward me and sipped
delicately from the spoon. I was very careful not to slurp with any
noise. Aston, however, did his very best to slurp with gusto, finally
picking up the bowl and draining the contents. He set the bowl down, and
then let out a small burp.

"Aston, for gods sake, remember your manners. Gentlemen do not belch at the
table!"

The waiter appeared with the first course, duck ala orange. I looked at the
waiter and asked, "Is it permissible to pick this up with my fingers?' I
indicated the glazed duck legs on the plate.

"Yes, sir! I'll bring finger bowls and extra napkins." and he quickly
disappeared back into the kitchen. He returned with the bowls of scented
water and several large napkins.

I looked up at the waiter, "I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you. We've been out
on the town and have had too much to drink?"

"That is all right, sir, you'll feel better with some food in your
stomach. It's just that gentlemen use a fork and knife to separate the meat
from the bones. Using one's fingers is something we have to get used to
seeing." He patted my shoulder and left us.

"What are you apologizing to the waiter for, shit he should be glad were
here eating at his place." Aston then picked up one of the glazed duck legs
in his fingers and began tearing off the flesh with his perfect white
teeth. He chewed for a moment, then said, "Say this is good tasting duck!"
How could you get angry at such an adorable stud?

We managed not to make too much noise as we finished the meal, ending with
a delicious caramel flan desert. I signed the dinner tab and thanked the
waiter for his excellent service and putting up with our bad manners. He
smiled at me and said, "It's a learning process, sir, thank you!"

We went up to our rooms. I would have liked to remain in the lounge and
heard the piano selection and enjoyed a nice aperitif, but Aston was
insistent that we get to our room and a hot shower.

Upon entering our room, Aston insisted that I be first to shower and then
he would. I removed my blouse and slipped off my trousers and hung them on
a hanger. They were wrinkled and I hoped they would be presentable on
returning to base. Aston was sitting on the edge of the bed watching me
undress. I pulled off my tee shirt and slipped off my briefs, pulled off
each sock, and tucked them away in my bag.

"You have a beautiful body!" Aston said as he rose off the bed and started
to remove his clothing. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower
water as I went to the sink to brush my teeth. Aston came in. I noticed he
was as naked as I was. He turned off the water in the shower. "Don't shower
just yet, come lay with me on the bed, I want to talk!"  I rinsed out my
mouth, and then went to join him in the bedroom.

He was lying on his side on top of the bed sheets. He patted them and told
me to join him there.

"So what do you want to talk about, is something bothering you?" I looked
into his eyes and watch his facial expression.

"Yeah, there is. I want to make love to you. I want to possess your body,
and I don't want you to do anything but lay here and let me do it." He was
serious.

"Okay. What exactly do you want me to do?" I stared at him, a slight smile
on my face. After all, I had never had a guy tell me he wanted to make love
to me and didn't want me to return anything, to just take it and not give
back. I felt my body tense and slightly tremble.

"Just lay back and enjoy what I'm going to do to you. First, I'm going to
kiss you with passion." I laid back and he rose to blend my lips with
his. His soft wet tongue swept across my parted lips, and slipped
inward. He brushed his tongue tip across my teeth and slid inward more to
meet my tongue. Our tongues slid together for a while, and soon he placed
his body fully on mine, he slipped out of my mouth and nibbled his way to
my ear.  His warm breath tickling, his lips nibbling, the tip of his tongue
entering the opening and tracing its way in the curves to the outer edge,
then nipping gently. Kisses down the cords of my neck, tongue licks,
suckling, and finally his teeth pressed against my shoulder.

He raised my arm, and I was surprised when he nuzzled into my armpit and
began licking the hair there, pulling it with his lips. I squirmed at the
feeling of his tongue pressing and his sucking. He slid his tongue from my
armpit to my pectoral and onto my nipple. His wet tongue tip flicked and
swirled round the hard nub. He pinched it gently with his teeth, then bit
hard, then sucked the nipple up into his mouth and pulled upward. I cried
out in pain, then pleasure at the sucking. I glanced down and he looked up
at me with a grin.  His tongue slid cross my chest to lick and pull the
hair between my pecs. He was soon raising my other arm and licking and
sucking that armpit. He lifted off and came up to thrust his tongue into my
parted lips. I tasted the bitterness of my sweat that he had licked from my
armpit. He smiled and went back down, licking, nipping, sucking his way
down my abs. He spent time tonguing my navel and pulling the few hairs that
grew under it.

Losing interest in tonguing my navel, he lapped down to my thighs. I felt
his hands under my gluts, pushing up, forcing my legs up and back into my
chest as he continued to lick and suck on the soft flesh of my inner
thigh. He was on my ball sac in seconds, lapping with his tongue, then
sucking first one testicle, then the other into his mouth to be tongue
washed and popped out through tight lips. The feeling was exquisite to me.

He went down under my sac, to lick and press on the perineum with his
tongue. I felt his hot wet tongue lap the crevasse of my ass cheeks, and
then the quick lap stokes on my anus, tempting them to relax and open. I
sighed. He moaned and drove his tube formed tongue into my anal opening. My
hips thrust upward at the sensation of his tongue entering my most private
of parts. The fingers of one hand had grasped my tit, pinched the nipple
and pulled hard on it as his tongue drove in an out of my anus. I writhed
and twisted my body as he kept up the tongue thrusts.

He stopped, and then slid his body up though my spread thighs and once
again placed his lips onto mine. He slid back down, resting my thighs on
his shoulders and he spit into my ass cleft and used his fingers to spread
it round my pucker and spit again and worked it in, then spit several times
into his hand. He leaned back and rubbed the spit all over his extended
hard cock. He looked at me, grinning he explained, "Now I'm going to claim
you as mine. I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked
before. I'm going to plant my seed deep up your guts so that you carry a
part of me in you forever.

He raised my legs and thrust his hips forward placing the swollen purple
head of his cock right at the center of my asshole and pressed inward. I
felt it pressing, forcing its way into my sphincter muscles, then the
sensation you get when it slides forward and the muscle tightens down
around his shaft as he presses inward to fill your rectum. I concentrated
on that great feeling you get as something slides into you rather that out
of you.

He continued to gently slide forward until his pubic bone was pressed tight
up against my stretched ass cheeks, my balls resting on his lower stomach
muscles. He twisted his hips and I felt his cock move within me. He pulled
out some, then slide slowly back in, obviously caught up in the sensation
of my sphincter muscle working his shaft. He did this slowly and
deliberately several times, then some short jabs which made the kernel of
my prostate respond by sending tingles up my spine. More long slow strokes
as we both enjoyed the sensations the action was transmitting to our
nervous systems. These were followed by urgent fast short strokes, and
eventually he got lost in his passion and was taking up a steady cadence
pounding my ass cheeks. I looked up at him, he had started to perspire,
small beads of sweat on his forehead, the hair on his chest was plastered
down and wet. His eyes were closed and he was breathing through parted
lips.

Aston was deep in concentration, straining to get every ounce of sensation
out of this act of passion and love. He was working my ass like no other
guy had done before. It was like a symphony of movements. He finally formed
the words "FUCK" with his mouth and just went wild, plunging rapid and
forcefully in and out of my anus. Each inward thrust stroked my hard
prostate gland and I felt the cum dripping out of my piss slit onto my
tensed abdominals. My swollen glans head was rubbing up and down in the
slick slippery pool of precum on my stomach.

Aston thrust inward as his body strained backward and he cried out his
ecstasy and I knew I was receiving his gift of love deep in my innards. He
collapsed onto me, still plugged into my anus. He was "ungh, ungh, ungh" as
each spurt from his gonads was deposited up in my rectum. His body felt
like he was on fire and he lay pressed to my chest. His head face down next
to mine, breathing deeply from his exertion. We lay for a while in that
embrace.

He managed to lift off me and roll to my side. His right leg still over my
left, his wet sticky flaccid penis pressed up against my thigh. His
muscular right arm lay across my heaving chest. I so wanted to release the
pent up orgasm that had been building. My hand cupped my ball sac and
massaged. I fingered my extended nine-inch straining cock, but couldn't
seem to fire off a wet shot. So I just hugged him close with my right arm
and held my cock in my left hand and joined him in restful sleep.

We awoke the next morning early. The tension I had felt needing release had
abated and I felt the need to really take a piss, and it felt sticky in my
butt cheeks. I needed a shower to wake up and to clean up. Aston was still
groggy, half awake. I smiled as I saw his morning wood sticking up from his
crotch, flexing with each breath he took. I quietly and gently slid out of
bed and headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I smiled as I emptied my bladder, thinking of the thunder created yesterday
morning. I felt something wet on my thigh, and wiped at it with my hand. I
lifted it to my nose and smelled it. It was Aston's sperm mixed with my ass
juices. Yuck! I stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. It was
instantly hot, so I pulled the curtain around me and enjoyed a nice
shower. I fingered my ass and allowed the nights deposit to seep out and
hoped that I had gotten it all. Those unexpected leaks could be
embarrassing when they showed up on the uniform. Skid marks were accepted,
cum stains were laughed at.

As I stood toweling dry, Aston entered the bathroom. He looked very
disorganized. I took him by the shoulders and directed him to the commode
and even aimed his hard twang downward. He released a torrent of golden
piss as he held his cock in one hand, scratched his ass cheek with his
other and turned his head to grin and thank me for assisting him. He shook
himself dry and turned to me. "What did you shower for, I'd have cleaned up
the mess...was looking forward to it."

I hung up the towel, turned to him and asked, "Aston, are you an ass man?
I've only had one other guy in my life that liked to lick ass. It was a kid
called Andy and he was really an expert at it, not that you were bad, just
making the comparison it's gross."

He turned, closed the toilet lid, then sat down on it. "Come on over here
and give me some protein for breakfast. Yes, I am an ass man; I love the
smell of a man's ass. I like licking out a man, but then I like sucking on
a man's hard cock too!"

By the time he had stopped speaking, I was standing in front of him. He
placed a hand on each hip, pulled me forward and slurped and inhaled my now
extended cock into his warm wet mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around my
glans and swipe the underneath of my shaft, then he started sucking and my
cock slid inward. I lovingly cupped his head and held him close and slowly
began thrusting in and out of his mouth.  His hands gripped and squeezed my
ass cheeks. I stopped my thrusting and he took up sliding his lips up and
down. He released my wet stalk and began licking the sides, nibbling with
his lips, and then sucked on my balls and grasp them in his hand as he
again swallowed my cock into his mouth. He continued this until I finally
gave up my stored cum into his hungry and willing mouth. He swallowed each
spurt that I shot into his throat, gasping at the effort of my forceful
release.

I stood there. My mind racing with thoughts. How could I every go back to
the barracks and not have any sexual activities with this guy again. How
was I going to pretend that none of this happened? How was he going to not
want to grasp my cock as I climbed up into my bunk after doing what we had
done this weekend?

Aston released his hold on my shrinking man stalk and it slid wet and shiny
from his wet lips. He leaned back against the toilet tank, with eyes
closed. "You have the sweetest, slimiest, hottest, flavored cum I have ever
swallowed. God you are beautiful and I just can't get enough of you. Let's
go back to bed and fuck some more. I want to feel what its like to have
your nine inches up my ass and filling me full."  He grabbed my hand and
pulled me into the bedroom.

Well we did just that. I had my fill of Aston's taut ass and he encouraged
me to do all sorts of weird things to him, things I don't think I would
have ever done or have done since being with him. He encouraged me to lick
his ears, suck on his tits, lick his armpits, nuzzle his crotch and got me
to lick his ass, but I wouldn't penetrate his little pucker and he ragged
on me about that. I licked, sucked, and kissed his inner thighs, he got me
to lick his feet and between his toes as he did mine. We sixty-nined
together and when he bit my ass cheek, I did the same to him. We acted like
pigs until it was time to vacate the room. We showered, dressed, and
checked out of the hotel, hopped the bus and made it back to Fort Lee by
dinnertime.

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You'll want, I hope, to catch the next episode. Aston and I go our separate
ways. I get a brief leave at home before heading to California and shipping
out to the Orient. If any of this has brought up questions, send me an
email. I'll send the answer back to you.

By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)