Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2001 19:16:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Lou and Coach 5 Lou & Coach 5 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. We spent the next day moving Ron's things out of his apartment and into storage. Carlton was a somewhat swishy antique dealer, but he could work, and he knew exactly what to do to clean the smoke damaged things from Ron's apartment. He knew what had to be cleaned immediately and what could wait. I ended up on the cleaning detail with Carlton while Lou and Ron did the heavy lifting. Ron had always lent a helping hand for any teacher who needed to move or needed some physical labor. It was the Christmas season so I knew many people were out of town, but I was surprised that almost none showed up. Marie Desjardins, the French teacher and Calvin Jones the art teacher arrived and were helpful. Ron didn't notice the debts that weren't repaid, but I did. I don't think I had said more than hello and good bye to Calvin in the five years were worked together at the school. He was effeminate and affected and not my type at all. He and Marie cleaned all of Ron's china and glassware. I know nothing about antiques but I suspected it was good. They were fast, thorough and packed everything without a single chip or crack. Lou, who knew about antiques, later told me it was indeed good and that Calvin could have made a living packing for antique dealers. Lou was taking some days off, but it didn't seem to occur to him that he wouldn't help. He pitched in and went at the work with a vengeance. I couldn't believe how dirty we got. I had never cleaned up after a fire before and didn't realize how greasy and dirty everything was. I also though of myself as being in good shape, but scrubbing all day long left me exhausted. After two days we had cleaned everything that was cleanable and moved it into Carlton's house or storage. Some things we sent to a professional cleaner. Ron was going to move in with Carlton and Lou had to get back to work. Lou's visit started as a sexual romp and ended up being hard work for both of us. I realized when he left that I liked him even more than before. We got to know each other as we worked at Ron's apartment, and I realized that he just as nice as he seemed. My view of school politics changes some too. My school's faculty was subdivided into the academic, athletic and arty types. Calvin, Marie and I found out we shared some common concerns and got along well. We were united by a common distrust of the school board, and its Chairman, Otis Manville. Otis wanted to advance politically and the School board was the first step on his ladder to higher office. I knew that if a school board member who was doing his or her job well, they wouldn't get much publicity, and I suspected that Otis wanted publicity more than good education. That boded ill. Things were only mildly annoying until our principal was seriously injured in an automobile accident. The principal was not my favorite person in the world, but he was smart, experienced and could control the school board. Otis appointed Edna Carwile, the business teacher, to be acting principal. Edna wasn't very smart and had little experience. She would do anything Otis told her to do. The assignment was announced at an assembly and I think Marie, Calvin and I must have rolled out eyes at the same time when we heard the news. It took me about a month to figure out Otis' scheme. They began reassigning students to new classes, distributing trouble makers to the teachers who could least deal with them and putting the academically good students into classes with marginally skilled teachers. I was at Julio's Italian restaurant when I sat at the booth next to one of Otis' cronies on the school board. He was talking about the need to "clean up the mess at the high school." As I left, I asked Johnny, the waiter, about the people in the next booth. "They meet here before each board meeting." He said. "Bad tippers, and rude to boot." "I overheard part of their conversation." I said. "It was a bit disturbing. I wish I knew what they are up too." Johnny looked at me with a knowing look. As I left, he followed me outside. "Sometimes waiters hear lots of things." he said. "That's very interesting." I said. "Of course a good waiter would never repeat anything he heard." Johnny said. "Unless something underhanded or illegal was going on." "It would be terrible to let something like that happen and not warn someone." I said. "Wouldn't it?" "That's the way I see it." Johnny said. "There is a meeting next week. I might just drop by your house after work, for a drink?" "That would be really nice. Johnny." I said. "I'd like that a lot. You won't get in trouble with Julio, will you?" "Julio's been hearing things too." Johnny said. He went back in the restaurant. I was pretty sure that Johnny would be at my door next week and that he would have a full report. Otis Manville's son, Alf was on the wrestling team and later that week he was whispering to another student about perverts in the school who couldn't keep discipline in the classroom. We need some good Christians to control things, he said. There was too much moral laxity. Alf was a fool and a show off. I was sure that he was just repeating what he heard at home. I doubted he knew the difference between laxity and a laxative. Next Tuesday Johnny appeared at my door around 10:00. I invited him in and gave him a drink. The room suddenly reeked of fish and oil. "Fish fry night?" I asked. He smelled himself and laughed. "I'm afraid so. All you can eat." he said. "Shower first, then we will talk." I took his clothes and went to the washer and dumped them in. I spent so much time washing the team uniforms, that I realized that I was getting obsessive about clothes. It seemed as if half the visitors to my house ended up in the shower with me doing laundry. I went to the bedroom. Johnny was still in, so I stripped and joined him. He had been a bystander at Julio's restaurant. He wasn't a bystander now. He swallowed my cock in one gulp and proceeded to do just about every thing I could think could be done with a mouth and cock. He wasn't a virgin. Eventually I pried him off my cock and got to suck him some. He was very appreciative. "Coach! Let's cool down some and I give you the low down." he said. "We can finish up later." We got out of the shower, dried off. He wrapped himself in a towel and we went to finish our drinks. "It's a two-pronged scheme. They want to dump Calvin for being a fag and a bad example for the kids, and Billy Johnson for being academically unqualified." Billy was the Industrial Arts teacher who had been given the advanced placement English class to teach. He was a nice guy who had helped a number of marginal students graduate from High School and get good jobs. He was lost teaching Hamlet. "Otis wants to run for the assembly on a Bible Thumper but academically demanding platform. He wants to be the savior of the school, but he has to destroy it first. He needs publicity so he's trying to make some high profile problems. He is to be the knight on a white horse and save the day. If he destroys the school, or some of the teachers to do it, that's fine with him." Johnny said. "Who is in it with him?" I asked. "Carwile is just a puppet. She doesn't know shit and they won't tell her. Rev. Bumpas and my favorite car dealer, Art Maden, are in the center of it. Maden is Otis' ally on the board. Bumpas is the power behind the throne. They figure that Mrs. Jeffress is too sincere to suspect what's going on, and that Smyth and Carstairs are too busy with other things to get in the way." Jeffress, Smyth and Carstairs were good people, but, as is often the case in small towns, stretched thin, serving on many boards and committees. "Is there a timetable?" I asked. "I think they are going after Billy first. Alf is supposed to start a protest in the English class in a couple of weeks. That's the plan." Johnny said. "They want to have some demonstrations that can't be controlled, then they will spring Calvin as typifying the depth to which the school has sunk. Is there anything you can do?" "I don't know, but I try to do something." I said. "I hate treachery" "Well I know Billy has a lot of friends in town. I don't know about Calvin." Johnny said. "He doesn't move in my circles." "Nor in mine, but he's a nice guy." I said. "He lives with a bed ridden mother and is a pilar of the Episcopal church here." "Have you been in bed with him?" Johnny asked. "Not even close." "I haven't either. Come to think of it, I don't know anyone who has been with him." "Is that unusual?" I asked. "I hate to sound like a slut, but I have a wide range of acquaintances." Johnny said. "I have been known to hang out near some of the cruising areas. I've never seen him and run into anyone who has. He may be one of those guys who is effeminate, but not gay." "I know he's shy and quiet." I said. "This would destroy him." "That's the kind they would go after." Johnny said. "By the way, they have no idea at all about you. They think you may help them get Calvin. You are the man's man in contrast to Calvin's girly man." "I wish I had a plan." I said. "Well I have a plan for the rest of this night, at least." Johnny said. "How about a cock, followed by the tail." We went back to the bedroom. "Julio almost shot off in the kitchen when he found out you were gay." Johnny said. "Julio and I have been playmates for ten years, and that man is the hardest guy to get off I have ever known." "That could be good in the right circumstances." I said. "Damn right. He can fuck for hours." Johnny said. "He has a sling at his camp. I spent an afternoon in it once. He talked and drank and ate while he pumped my ass. I was a limp dishrag after. You can't believe how tender and sensitive your insides get after being fucked for two hours." He paused. "Julio has the stamina of a horse. You popped him in ten minutes." I was worried that I had offended Johnny for turning on his lover more than he did. I didn't need to worry. "I love sex, but I really love the cream." Johnny continued. "I love it when the cum begins to spurt and Julio can't hold it back and all his seed squirts out through his cock. I just love it. You got him to shoot the biggest load I've ever taken. I was wonderful." We were on the bed and I played with his cock, stroking it slowly. I cupped his balls. They were apricot sized and were contained in a long hanging sack. "You've got a good pair of cum makers yourself." I said. "They do the trick for me!" Johnny said. "Have you ever 69ed with a guy and shot off together?" "Nope. I'm not that coordinated." I said. "I am. I can shoot pretty much whenever I want." Johnny said. "Do you mind eating sperm?" "Not at all." He rotated on the bed so that we were cock to mouth and we went at it. He was a great cock sucker and I tried to do whatever he did to him. I wasn't as good as he was, but he didn't complain. He was long and moderately thick, but it fit my throat perfectly. When he deep throated me, I did him. After a few minutes I began to get confused between the cock in my mouth and my own cock deep in Johnny's throat. We were feeling the same thing as we matched actions. I thought about stopping and getting my bearings, but the sensations were too good to stop. We were one sucking mass, not two guys linked by their cocks. I began to moan as the urge to shoot began to swell up. As I ejaculated for the first time, my mouth filled with a huge spurt from Johnny. It was an incredible feeling to be draining and sucking cum at the same time. It was as if I was sucking my own cum. We didn't want to stop so we sucked until three wasn't a single drop of sperm left. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." I said when I finally pulled off. "It's never been this good." "Even with Julio?" I asked. "Julio's never taken my cum." Johnny said as he laid back on the bed. "Shit, Coach. I can't even imagine anything that good." "If I asked him to, do you think he would?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "Well, that is a plan!" "That will need to be plan number two." I said. "Number one will be a plan to neutralize Otis and his evil scheme." "You know, when I was listening to those assholes scheming this evening, I thought to myself, these guys are evil. I felt a chill. Lots of guys are misguided, or stupid or tricky, but not many are evil. I hope." Johnny said. "You need to be careful." "I'm always careful. I don't take chances, but I don't mind a surprise." I said. "Is that why your teams win?" Johnny asked as he got dressed to go home. "That may be the reason." I said. Johnny left and I called Marie, the French teacher. She was shocked, but had noted the same strange assignments that I had. I had thought that she was a straightforward and rather direct person. In the next several weeks I discovered that her true calling should have been working for the CIA overthrowing governments.