Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 07:17:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Lou and  Coach 7

Lou and Coach 7

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.

That week end I drove to Jim and Lou's to pick up Ashton. I arrived at
Jim's remote cabin and Lou was alone. Jim had driven to Albany to pick up
his friend.

"Jim will be back in a couple of hours or so." Lou said. "I've never met
Ashton before. He one of Jim's best customers for oriental porcelain. " He
hugged me as soon as I got in the house. I had an instant erection. Lou
knew that too since he fondled me as he hugged. I felt him and we were of
like minds.  A minute or two later we were 69ing on the bed.

Lou then rolled me on my back and began a nice slow fuck that lasted for
the next hour. It was more a penis-prostate massage than a real
screwing. We talked as he pumped. I filled him in on the problems at the
school.

"Alf sounds like a sad case." Lou said.

"That's the best way to describe him." I said. "It was easier to deal with
him when he was just an asshole. Now that I know more about him, it's
harder to figure out what to do without hurting him."

"You need to be more cutthroat." Lou said. "Someone is going to get hurt.
I hate to sound superficial, but it seems to me that Alf was easier to
dislike when he had a smaller cock." I laughed.

"It's stupid, but I felt the same way. It's an odd reaction, but I don't
know if it's curiosity or lust that I feel. I wonder if there is a built-in
attraction for big cocks in the human race."  I said. "Thank God I can
leave the cut throated ness to Marie. She's a beautiful woman, very
delicate and petite. No qualms about going after our beloved School Board
Chairman with a meat cleaver." Lou thrust deeper and I quivered. I squeezed
my ass and he smiled.

"I don't want you to fall asleep." he said as he pounded me a few times
hard. "Some ruthlessness is needed. We had a superintendent who was a
complete asshole, but had a wife and four cute kids. He made life hell for
everyone for two years, but no one wanted to hurt his family."

"Did you get rid of him?"

"Miss appropriating funds got him." Lou said. "One of the older men
mentioned to the higher-ups that an audit might be desirable. They took the
hint. The asshole had us doing all this menial work because he was using
the cash allocated to hiring day labor for himself."

"What happened to the family?" I asked.

"I don't know. But they had to be better off without him." Lou said. "Would
you mind switching positions with me? I got this terrible itch."  I didn't
mind at all.  My cock slid in his ass like a hot knife through butter.

"I hope you don't have your heart set on a slow fuck from me." I said. "I'm
afraid I'm inspired." Lou laughed.

"You'll get no objection from me."  Lou said. "Jim will be back in a half
hour and I not sure I want to meet Ashton for the first time with a cock in
my ass. There are limits to the informality even in the middle of the
Adirondacks."  Lou was a big, gorilla like man but the inside of his ass
was soft and warm. I thrust deep and hit a really good spot. Six more
thrusts and he was whimpering and quivering. Seconds later great gobs of
sperm shot across his chest and landed on the hairy matt the covered his
body. His ass tightened as he did this and I popped. I pulled out and added
my cum to the sticky mess.

A little more than an hour later Ashton and Jim returned form the
airport. Ashton was a dapper 65-year-old man with a carefully trimmed beard
that made him look like the Czar. He was dressed like ones image of a New
York actor, with a tweed sports coat and an ascot. He was slim and of
average height, but when he spoke you immediately knew he was an actor. He
had a rich, deep bass baritone voice.

He went to his room and returned minutes later dressed in plaids and
corduroys. He looked as if he were a native of the woods. Lou had made
lunch and we all sat down for a pleasant meal. Ashton's had subtlety
changed from Upper East Side Manhattan to Adirondack country man.  Jim
offered everyone a beer and I filled Ashton in on the problem.

"I haven't taught high school students for a while, but I used to give
Shakespearian workshops for the theater company I worked with.  The teacher
isn't obstructive, is he?" Ashton asked.

"Billy isn't obstructive at all. He teaches shop. I don't think he had any
ideas about Shakespeare at all!" I said. "He's lost."

"I can be his guide." Ashton said. "You would be surprised at how many
teachers want to get in the way. Although that has been a worst problem in
college and theater schools." The voice was spectacular. It seemed deeper
than the man could physically produce. "Is this Alf the fox in the hen
house here?"

"He's the baby fox in training."  I said. "His dad is the puppet master."
I explained the situation leaving out the sexual detail. I had assumed that
Ashton was homosexual, but I realized that was just an assumption.

"And the baby fox likes it in the ass!" Jim added. I had told him the
entire story of Alf's intelude in the department store. "The boy wants to
please daddy.  That's a role you have played once or twice before, isn't
it?"  Ashton glowed.

"Never on the stage!" he said in a mock shocked voice.

"On the stage of life?" Jim suggested. He clearly knew his friend's tastes
and felt comfortable joking about it.

"From time to time, I have taken students.  I think of them as protegees."
Ashton added. "I'm getting old, I don't know if I want to spend to time to
launch another career. Does he have any acting ability at all?"

"None that I know of." I said. "The only notable feature he has is a big
cock. According to Johnny."

"Well," Ashton said. "You've got to start somewhere!  I have always been
able to work with the cards I've been dealt!" We all laughed.  We spent the
afternoon canoeing on the lake. Jim and Ashton were in one boat, Lou and I
in the other. Ashton was an actor and his personality could change easily
from moment to moment.  He was very good in the canoe.  He said it was the
result of being a minor white hunter in a Tarzan movie.

I drove back home with him that night. He was to meet Billy and Marie on
Sunday and work out the schedule for the next week or so.  We got back
after dark and went to bed shortly after. Ashton said that he could look
like and act like he was used to the woods, he just couldn't convince his
body. He was bushed.

Billy arrived at 11:00 the next morning and much to my surprise, he and
Ashton hit it off well. Billy was overweight, 5-7 and balding.  He was also
spectacularly tongue tied and how he could have lectured to his class was
beyond me. He was willing to do anything Ashton wanted and Ashton liked an
obedient pupil. Marie arrived and was captivated by the New York
actor. They went off to the school and I had the afternoon to my self.  We
got along well, but it was clear that we had no sexual interest in each
other. I suspected that Ashton liked younger men.


Ashton taught his first class Monday morning and by noon the school was a
twitter with enthusiasm for Shakespeare. Ashton had worked on Broadway so
his voice and style were designed for a large theater. In a small classroom
it was overwhelming. By the end of the week the English classes and the
Drama club were going to do a "Scenes from Hamlet" production, directed by
Ashton. This was top be in several weeks and Billy got to work on sets. To
everyones surprise Billy was good at set design.

On Wednesday Marie's husband, the reporter, had an article in the paper on
Billy recruiting a major actor to help with the class.  Billy sounded good
as he worked to give his students a special experience.  Ashton always
managed to seem modest and unassuming.

Alf came to wrestling practice after the class and he was all but silent
and subdued. I wasn't sure if it was Ashton's performance or the
realization that the scheme to ruin Billy had failed. Alf was becoming a
problem for my wrestling team for another reason. We were winning. It was
one of those years that I had no hope for winning, but everything
clicked. We won match after match with the one exception of Alf's weight
class. Alf was big, but not very good. He had stopped beating up on his
team mates after the event in the manager's office. He still wasn't very
good.

My football teams won all the time but the kids on the wrestling team were
not stars. Winning the league championship would be a big event for
them. For several, this would be the best thing that happened to them in
high school.

Alf's dad, Otis, came to every match and was vile. He got hysterical at
every slip committed by Alf and made sure that everyone knew it, most of
all Alf.  His wife sat next to him on the front row and looked
stricken. She was a sad woman.

Johnny dropped by after one of his overheard conversations from the School
board members with an update. Otis Mansville was unhappy at the lack of
progress in his scheme. He attributed the lack of success to Murphy's Law,
not to a counter plot, but he was still trying to do something. Johnny and
Ashton hit it off well to. Johnny was 25- or 27 and was closer to being
Ashton's type. They didn't exactly make a date to shack up, but I was sure
that was in the cards.

On Monday all the senior class teachers were called into the principal's
office for an announcement. Mrs. Mansville was dead. She had committed
suicide, but that wasn't public knowledge but that we needed to be careful
and attentive to Alf. He had discovered the body. He would be back at
school on Tuesday. I couldn't tell if the meeting was out of concern for
Alf or to keep rumors down. This was a small town, and the word would be
out everywhere, but there was a preference for polite fictions and many
people would have though it was unseemly for a prominent man's wife to kill
herself. The obituary in the paper the next day simply said that she had
died suddenly at home. There were no funeral announcements in the write up.

Of course everyone knew that she had killed herself. It was a smal town,
but Hamlet became the only opportunity to discuss grief and mourning in the
school. Ashton's classes and the play became the obsession of the
school. No one could discuss Mrs. Mansville's death at that time in small
town America, but everyone could discuss Hamlet.

Alf just returned to classes and to the wrestling team, but his father
didn't show up at the next match. Alf almost won it for the first time. One
of the team captains came up to me after. He was one of the featherweight
guys, shy, and not from a good family.

"Coach. The guys and I were talking." he said. "Is there any way you can
help Alf? If he could just place second or third, we would have it
made. Maybe with some extra coaching he could pull it off. Maybe some
one-on-one?"  The poor kid had never spoken to me before. I realized how
important this was and said I would do what I could.

I was trying to figure out what to do that night and discussed Alf with
Ashton. He was a lot more enthusiastic about Alf than I was.

"You said he was a jerk, but I've only known him for two weeks. He seems
like a nice kid to me." Ashton said. "He seems genuinely interested in my
class, does what he is told, and has been helpful."

"I admit he's been different lately."  I said.  "I don't know if he is in
shock or if it is a personality change."

"Kids do change. They can grow up." Ashton said.

"He's 18, older than most of the kids here. Marie found out that his Dad
held him back a year so he would be bigger and might get on the football
team."  I said. The door bell rang. I got up and found Julian and Johnny
there.

"The play's to be cancelled." Julian announced. "Disrespectful to the
memory of Mrs. Mansville. I heard it from the preacher him self." I was
shocked. The entire Shakespearian experience had been good for the
school. "And the wrestling team is not to be funded to go to the
championships. A period of mourning is required it seems."

"What happened?" I asked. "None of this makes any sense."

"Rev. Bumpas and our favorite car dealer, Maden talked before Otis got
there. A political candidate with a wife who just killed herself is a non
starter, so they want Otis to crash and burn by offending as many people as
possible. They want to force him to resign and Bumpas wants to replace
him."  Johnny explained.

"They've given up on Calvin and Billy?" I asked.

"Yep. Otis is the intended victim now." Julian said. "He failed to do what
had to be done, but they realized that he could be blamed for the mess at
the school. His fingerprints are all over the scene of the crime.  They
don't think anyone knows about their involvement."

"No honor among thieves."

"You got that right.  When Otis arrived he was kind of dazed. He was
muttering about the suicide note. "She couldn't have meant that she thought
I hated her." was the only part I could catch.  Maden and Bumpas convinced
him that the school problems did it and Alf's problems with wrestling.
They told him that now is the time to strike." Johnny explained. "The play
and championship are disrespectful, and they said they were aimed at
undermining his authority."

"That doesn't make any sense at all." Ashton said. "They were scheduled
before Mrs. Mansville died."

"Otis was in no shape to respond to logic." Julian said. "Anger is a part
of dealing with grief and Otis jumped at the opportunity to blame the
school rather than himself." Julian said he had to get back to the
restaurant to close up, but Johnny stayed. I said I give the waiter a ride
home. I could see that Ashton liked that idea that Johnny would stay.

We talked for a while and tried to figure out a way to confound the newest
plan. At ten the doorbell rang again. It was Alf. He was flushed and
excited. "It's not my fault!" he blurted out. "I tried to tell him it was a
bad idea!" He came in the living room and was surprised to see Johnny
there. He was so excited that he didn't stop to think about it.

"Dad's gone to Pennsylvania to a memorial service at Grandma's house. He
said I didn't deserve to be there!" Alf said. "He wants to ruin
everything. Everyone will hate me."  I am not good at dealing with
hysterical people. Ashton was. He later told me he had enough experience
with panicking actors to last several lifetimes.

"Sit down and calm down!" he ordered in his deepest, most authoritarian
voice. "Now! Sit beside me."  Alf did. "Take ten deep breaths." Alf sat
between Ashton and Johnny. "Coach, why don't you drive by Alf's house and
see if Mr. Mansville had left town yet. Johnny and I will talk with Alf."

I was relived to get away and drove to the other side of town to check out
the house. The car was gone. I went to the door and knocked.  A man and
woman came over from the house next door.

"What do you want?  He's gone!" the man said. "The house is empty." I
explained who I was and that Alf was at my house.

"Thank God, he's safe!" the woman said. "It was awful, Otis was a
madman. It was disgraceful what he said. She loved the boy. It was that she
couldn't protect him that drove her to do it."

"Don't say things like that, Ella."  The man said. "You don't know that for
sure."

"I do know for sure!" Ella said. "It might not stand up in court, but I
know it."  After this outburst they introduced them selves as Ella and Bob
Rogers. They wanted to help Alf any way they could, and didn't want him to
be alone. It was clear that we all shared the same opinion of Otis. Bob
tended to carefully consider every word. Ella was more frank. They knew I
was a coach and seemed to feel that authority figure was what Alf needed. I
said I would go home and see what was up and call them. He could stay with
them they said. If he stayed with me they would keep an eye out and let me
know if Otis returned or called.

I returned home and Alf, Ashton and Johnny were calmly talking. Rationality
had returned. Alf had told them the same story that Johnny and Julian had
overheard in the restaurant. Alf was afraid he would be blamed for not
going to the championship and for ruining the play. Ashton was reassuring.

"Forewarned is fore armed!" he said. "We are prepared and ready."

"I told Alf that he needed to practice his wrestling moves." Johnny said,
abruptly changing the subject.  "He was going to teach Ash and me some of
his holds. You have an exercise room in the basement don't you?"

"I do but it's late." I said. All three of the men looked disappointed.

"It's Friday. It's not a school night." Ashton said. "Alf can spend the
night here and sleep late." They had obviously planned this so I said ok. I
called the Roger's house and told them of the arrangement. They approved.

We all went down stairs to the mini gym I had set up. It was bright room
inspite of being windowless. It contained weight equipment and had matts on
the floor.  There was a shower in the corner next to my laundry.

"Coach, Alf said he would teach us," Johnny said. "Do you mind letting him
do the work and you can do the observing?"

"Not one bit." I said.  "You'll have to make do. I'm tired and need to get
some shut eye. Can you handle things Alf?"  He looked pleased and said
sure.  "I don't think we have any gym shorts here. Can you guys manage
something?" I asked.

"No problem there." Ashton said winking at me. He was already stripping. He
was handsome, well tanned with an almost manicured pattern of white hair on
his chest. I assumed he would leave his shorts on, but he dropped those
exposing his genitals. He had a nice cock but beautiful low hangers. Johnny
was naked by now and Alf was all but. I could tell he was half erect.

I said I was leaving and would set bedding out in the living room next to
the pull out couch. Alf looked relieved as I left and he stripped naked.  I
fell asleep until 8:00 the next morning when Mrs. Rogers called. Alf's aunt
and uncle were on their way to pick him up for the funeral in
Pennsylvania. They would be here to pick him up at noon. I went to find the
wrestlers.  Alf was in bed with Ashton and Johnny. I knocked on the door
and got Ashton up. We had a frantic next few hours.

We took Alf home and found there were no clean clothes in the house,
certainly nothing suitable for a funeral. Mrs. Roger was there and she
washed dishes while I did the laundry. Ashton took Alf downtown to buy a
suit. Etta Rogers filled me in. The Rev. Bumpas wouldn't burry
Mrs. Mansville because she had died in sin. Alf's Grandmother got the body
and was going to have a proper funeral until Otis showed up without
Alf. Otis explained how Alf was the reason for the suicide and the shit hit
the fan. After the dust settled Otis' brother took him to see a doctor and
Alf's Aunt was dispatched to get him.

Alf looked good by the time his Great Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Edgar
arrived. It was obvious that Alf was the favorite nephew. They had to leave
quickly for the service was to be that night, but promised to tell us
everything when they had time.

"We appreciate your helping." the Aunt said. Under her voice she muttered,
"If I had any idea what was going on here I'd have been here in a
second. It's been unbelievable. Otis didn't tell us she had died until
three days ago."

Driving back Ashton filled me in on the wresting practice.  It started as a
real lesson.  Alf got Ashton into the starting position and Alf began to
explain the rules and conventions of the sport.  Alf did know the rules and
was good at explaining. Ashton and Johnny were both good sports about
it. Alf got into the wrestling and the physical exercise was good for
him. The family and emotional tension were replaced by sexual tension.

Alf emerged from a match with Johnny with a full erection. Johnny was close
enough to suck and they gave up all pretense of wrestling.

"Alf is a real find." Ashton said. "If he's inexperienced, it doesn't
show. I've always thought that desire can make up for inexperience. Alf
wanted to please. I think he would have been satisfied sucking or on the
bottom. Being sucked and topping was all gravy to him. Good, but an extra
added attraction."

"You think he's a nice kid?" I asked.

"Actually I'm sure he is." Ashton said. "When his donkey dick rammed my
prostate, I wanted to adopt him! He shook like a leaf when I rammed
him. Unbelievably compatible."

"And Johnny was what you expected?" I asked.

"Rather more so." Ashton said. "Did you know he could control his orgasms?"

"Yep!" I said. "But I won't tell you how I found out." Ashton laughed.

"In New York that guy could have a future!" Ashton said.

"On Broadway?"  Ashton laughed again.

"Off, off, off, off, off Broadway!" He replied