Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 18:46:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Lou & Coach 6 Lou and Coach 6 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. The characters were introduced in Jimmy, Me and Whitey. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. Marie and I weren't able to get together until the weekend, so I stewed. Fortunately on Wednesday I was able to overhear Alf complaining about Billy and learned some of the details. Billy had gotten through the first part of the semester, but was facing Hamlet. Alf knew that Shakespear would be a problem for Billy and was planning to make the most of it. Alf was a big boy. He was one of the kids who joined the wresting team because he wanted an organized way to beat up on guys. He wasn't a good wrestler and didn't win any matches in real competition but he often seems to hurt his own team members in practice matches. He wasn't very high on my list of human beings. I called Lou that night and told him of the problems. He was sympathetic, but there was no way he could be of help. We talked for a while and hung up. About ten minutes later Jim called. Lou told him what was up and he was ready for battle. Jim had a friend in New York who was a retired drama teacher and a specialist in Shakespearian drama. If I wanted, Jim would contact him and see if he could be of help. I said to give him a call. The next evening I got a call from Ashton Willis, Jim's friend. He was retired and was thinking of a trip north to see his old friends. He would like nothing better that a seminar on Hamlet. He would stay at my house. He sounded impressive on the phone. I told Billy that he had a chance for a guest lecturer, and Billy was more than willing. Marie came over to my house Saturday morning for coffee. At first she wanted to know how I found out about the plot. I didn't tell her, but she agreed that the fewer people who knew the better. She didn't think that we should let anyone else in on the scheme, since it was a small town and that could backfire. Otis was popular in some parts of the town and had a knack for publicity. We needed to take him seriously. Marie was a purely offensive strategist. She was going to organize an effort to make Calvin the teacher of the year. He was a good teacher who worked well with his students. Marie was popular with the students and parents and was going to get the word out that Calvin had been overlooked because he was the only art teacher, and should be recognized. His students had gone on to good art schools and had distinguished themselves. She would organize the women teachers if I would do the men. We agreed on that. Marie's husband was a reporter at the local newspaper and she got him to work on a story about taking care of elderly parents at home. Calvin's mother had Alzheimer's disease, and the story turned into a three-part essay that made Calvin look like our own Mother Theresa. Marie told me that the story was accurate and the effeminate Art teacher was stronger than he looked. Marie was also going to get the word out that something was wrong at the school. She was going to insure that everyone knew the problem was in the school board and administration. She was going to arrange to move my classroom next to Calvin's so that if there was any disciplinary problem there, I would be near if he needed help with discipline. I told her about Ashton and she though that he was a good idea. Guest lecturers were always welcome and could show that Billy was working hard to make up for his weaknesses. Marie left and I felt we had the basis for a good plan. My main concern was that we wouldn't have enough time to get our plan in operation before Otis made his moves. That afternoon I was working in the garden and Julian walked by and came up to talk. "Johnny had an interesting encounter last night." he said. "One of your favorite students, Alf Manville, I think his name was." "He's on the wrestling team." I said. "I'm not sure he's my favorite guy on the team." "Nice kid." Julian said. "Kind of open minded." That wasn't the Alf I knew, then it struck me that Johnny said he was partial to frequenting some of the gay cruising areas in the area. "Johnny said he might drop by after work and fill you in." Julian continued. "I'll be here." I said. "Come along if you'd like to. It would be nice to have a nightcap." Julian said that he would like that and he wandered off and I returned to the garden. This was an unexpected development. I didn't know if Johnny had run into Alf, but that would explain some things. If Alf was gay and was afflicted by his born again father, his poor attitude made some sense. Johnny gave me a call after 10:00 and said they were on the way. He asked if he could bring another friend along. I said yes. Johnny, his friend and Julian arrived after eleven and we sat down for a drink. "This is Karl, he's the manager of Austin's Department Store, at the mall." Karl was a short, stocky man, with a big, Poncho Villa mustache and salt and pepper hair. The mall was a small town version of a real shopping mall, with 20 stores, a Kroger and Austin's acting as the main attractions. The men's room at Austin's was a local meeting place. "Karl and I are old friends." Johnny said. "He doesn't mind guys looking for love if they are quiet and nice." "And buy some things from the store!" Karl added. We laughed. "I just don't like for anything to get out of hand. No disruptions." "Your friend Alf was a regular visitor it seems." Johnny said. "You're kidding?" "Not at all." Karl said. "One of my straight customers complained that here was a guy staring at him at the urinal. He felt uncomfortable. I was going in to see what was up when Johnny came in the store." "Looking for love?" I asked. "Looking for underwear!" Johnny said pretending to be offended. "I have real needs! I run through tee shirts like Kleenex at the restaurant." "You're a waiter!" I said. "How do you do that?" "He does a lot of the food prep too." Julian said. "Beets and wine stain terribly." "Anyway, it was at closing time. I walked in and Karl asked me to go in the men's room and see what was up. I went to see if there is a problem. If I'm in there for more than five minutes, Karl comes in and we do a little street theater." Johnny said. "I went in and Alf was at a urinal pretending to piss. I saddled up to the next one and pulled out my cock. Alf looked and discovered true love!" "Love at first sight?" I said. Everyone laughed. "He was feeling me out by the time Karl came in. Scared him half to death." Johnny said. "We trooped off to the managers office. Karl had closed the store and we were alone. We did the "I'm going to turn you cock-suckers into the cops" routine. I said we were just doing a little cock sucking, and Karl said that was disgusting. I said "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."" "That isn't the most original set up ever invented, is it?" I said. "Hell no!" Karl said. "But if it works why change it?" "Did it work?" I asked. "Shit yes!" Johnny said. "I said this boy likes to suck cock. Karl pulls his baby maker out and Alf falls in love for the second time in ten minutes." "There must be a first class, "A" number one cocksucker somewhere in Alf's past. He was what Johnny calls a hoover mouth!" Karl said. "We got him naked and he was sex crazed. There was nothing he didn't do or like having done to him. He sucked us both off then we popped his cherry." "It must have hurt like hell but he wanted a cock in his ass so bad it he took it like a man." Johnny said. "Alf was whimpering and moaning by the time Karl went in for the second time. He was begging us not to tell his dad all the time. The combination of being terrified and in sexually ecstasy is hard to describe. " "I hate to admit this," Johnny said, " but I let him off the hook. I told him we weren't turning him over to the police, it was just an act. I felt sorry for him." "So sorry that you let him take a prick trip in your ass." Karl said. "The boy's meaty." "He never looked that good in the shower room." I said. "It's a grower. Turns into a thick seven." Johnny said. "Not that I noticed, of course!" Everyone laughed. "Once he started fucking he relaxed. He had shot off before sucking Karl and he was a nice slow fucker. And talkative too." "He doesn't want to be a wrestler, he doesn't want to be an asshole." Karl said. "He does want to please his father, and being an asshole and wrestler is that way he thinks he can satisfy him. He's a sad kid. The sanctimonious right-wing babble he spouts is for his dad." "Does he realize that?" Julian asked. "He's beginning too." Johnny said. "He doesn't want to hurt people, just please his father. Billy and Calvin are OK to hurt, because he doesn't know them. He's terrified of being gay. Afraid his father would kill him." "My father was that way." Julian said. "I couldn't do anything to please him. When I was 14, my Uncle took me aside and told me to stop trying. He'd never be happy with anything done by any one other than himself. "You'll drive yourself crazy trying to please him. It can't be done." He told me." "That what we told him." Karl said. "And I think the feel of Johnny's velvet lined love-tunnel rubbing on his cock did a lot of convincing!" "Logic is one thing, your first spectacular sexual encounter is another." Johnny said. "Genital logic is hard to answer too." Karl said. "You guys are fucking philosophers!" Julian said. "And I do mean fucking." "Did you find out anything about their plans?" I asked. "Not directly." Johnny said. "But Alf is having serious misgivings about the whole thing. I suggested that he cool it and figure out what was really going on. Karl also suggested that he drop by next week at closing time and get some sex practice." "I bet he liked that idea?" I said. "Strange thing." Johnny said. "He seemed grateful that we wanted to fuck him again. He thinks we are doing a favor for him." "I think he wants to be accepted by men." Julian said. "If he can't please his father, at least he can please you sex crazed maniacs!" "And that he did." Karl said. "As a mater of fact, there were a lot of pleased guys in the room when Alf shot of for the second time." Johnny had finished his drink and had stretched out in the easy chair. "It's getting late guys." Johnny said. "I was hoping for some instant relaxation. An orgasm is the best sleeping potion." We were all ready to play. The conversation about Alf had been inspirational. Karl looked uncertain of what to do when Julian had begun to strip. He followed suit. Johnny looked at me, and I knew he wanted me to play with Julian. Karl was unknown both to me and Julian, but as he dropped his clothes I knew we would all know each other really well in another ten or fifteen minutes. He was Julian's height, with curly hair on his head but a smooth muscular body. Dressed he was dumpy, naked it was clear he worked out. He must have shaved everything except his pubic bush, it was a thick forest of black hair. His cock looked like a solid cylinder of flesh. Soft it was 4' long and 2" wide. It turned into a fuck tool the size and shape of a Budweiser can. There was no foreplay. Karl came, he saw and he sucked. He sucked all of us as we stood arm and arm. I don't know how Karl did it but he served all three of us and no one felt slighted. I pulled him up as I went down. Since I was in the middle, I got to suck Karl's beer can. His head was coated in precum already. I worked a finger into Julian and Johnny's asses and hit the bull's eye. I had one cock and two prostates under my control. I would deep throat Karl and he would moan. As I pulled off of him I would press the two prostates and Johnny and Julian would moan. The three men were moaning and gasping for air rhythmically. I had been with Johnny and Julian before and I realized that the combination of known quantities and a new man, Karl was a perfect combination of familiar playmates with the excitement of a new man. "I need something more than a finger!" Julian gasped. "I was feeling the same urge myself!" Johnny said. "Do you mind a double fuck?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question. I got Julian on his hands and knees, for a doggy style mounting. Johnny slipped under Julian and snagged his cock. Julian licked Johnny's oozing meat. Karl got a pillow off the couch and shoved it under Johnny's ass so that he would have a better angle for penetration. I had some lube out coated Karl and my cocks. Julian and Johnny were 69ing while Karl got ready to screw Johnny spread eagled and I prepared to screw Julian doggy style. There was no way for Karl to ease in his solid cylinder of cock into Johnny's hole so he just rammed it in all the way with his muscular thighs. He just held it there with his bush shoved next to Johnny's ass until Johnny relaxed. Karl pulled out half way and shoved again. At this point I rammed Julian and went deep on the first thrust. Julian moaned then he deep throated Johnny's cock. For the next several minutes we were mass of sucking and fucking men. I could feel Julian tense up his orgasm began to build. "He going to shoot!" I said. Julian moaned, or at least tried to. His mouth was filled with Johnny's cock. Julian began to twitch and ejaculate. Johnny had told me he could shoot whenever he wanted. I was sure this was a time he wanted. Johnny popped. He and Julian traded cum. I knew he had never taken Johnny's before and saw that he had no problem now. Karl pulled out and I saw he was still fully erect. We exchanged glances. He got on his hands and knees and wiggled his ass at me. I pulled out of Julian and piped into Karl. His ass was tight and he fought me. Once my cock head was through the sphincter, I went in deep. He began to growl with a deep animal sound when my cock head hit his prostate. He continued to fight my cock, his sphincter was almost like a cock ring, trapping my dick in his chute. Karl gave a good ride as I pumped him. He suddenly stopped, was still and squeezing my cock as hard as I had ever felt. Karl shuddered ever time he ejaculated, relaxing only after he was drained. The contractions in his ass were enough to push me over the edge. Several minutes later we were all resting on the floor.