Lou and Coach 8
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 I 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.
I thought that things would settle down after Otis left, but they didn't. Otis didn't return from the funeral. His brother took him to a hospital for rest and recovery. That was the best we could have hoped for. His departure undid all the plans of Rev. Bumpas, and within a few months he received a "call" for a church in South Carolina, and left his flock stranded.
Alf came back and stayed with his neighbors, the Rogers, while he finished school. The play was a great success. The acting principal left for medical reasons. No one said what it was, but the poor woman had a breakdown. I never liked her, but she was a pawn in Otis' scheme and she didn't deserve that.
My life got screwed up too. I became the principal. I needed to be principal as much as I needed a second head. I understood though. Everyone at school was jittery and on the edge. The winning football coach had enough respect and authority to calm things down. Marie became the vice principal. I said I would do it for two years and two years only.
It was a bitch of a job. With the school board in disarray and the school shell shocked, I had to look in control while I tried to figure things out. I also had to continue winning football games. Marie helped a lot. She looked delicate but she was hard as nails and had no problem dealing with disciplinary problems. Calvin also helped. He was a talented artist, but had a head for detail, and a desire to cross every "T" and dot every "I".
We looked all right after the first semester, but look brilliant after the second. The downside of this was my sex life took a tailspin. It became next to impossible to get away. Football, the budget for the next year, talks to the Chamber of Commerce and to the PTA took all my time. I couldn't get away for a minute. I also knew that there couldn't be any talk about town about my sex life. After the events of the last year I had to be so pure that I'd make the Virgin Mary look like Mae West.
I got to like Alf. He may have been trying to make amends for his father, but he turned out to be a good kid. His uncles and aunts were nice people and the Rogers were great. They were off to see their daughter in Texas over the Christmas holiday, and Alf was to stay with me until his aunt could pick him up on December 22. I said I was going to spend the holiday out of town with friends, but I was actually off to Lake Placid with Lou and Jim. This was the first time I had been away since the summer.
All was well until Alf's Uncle had a heart attack two days before Alf was to visit, and the trip was off. His other relatives were on a trip to Europe so Alf was with me. I didn't want an 18-year-old kid along for the ride. I didn't tell the Rogers about the change of plans, however. I figured they needed a rest too. School was out December 21, Alf arrived at my house and we went to Julian's restaurant for dinner. The place was quiet since the big rush of Christmas parties was over. Johnny was our waiter.
Alf was uncomfortable when Johnny was at the table, and I realized that Alf had no idea about my sexual interests. He thought that his adventures with Johnny were unknown and that I had no idea what happened with the wresting lesson in my basement. I hadn't seen either Johnny or Julian much since I became principal, so it was nice to see them again.
Julian came up to the table at the end of the dinner and asked us to his house afterwards for desert. His wife had gone to see her sister in Buffalo, and he would be joining her the next day, but he was a bachelor for a night. He wanted us to sample some pastries he had prepared for the holiday. The restaurant was all but empty so he closed early and we went to his house. Johnny joined us there.
Julian was a great cook, but I had never tasted his Greek pastries before. They were spectacular. We helped him pack them for his trip to Buffalo as we sampled them. We were bloated after the feast and I got ready to leave. Julian stopped us.
"Johnny said you give great wresting lessons, Alf." Julian said. "Would you be interested in giving me a lesson?" Alf looked flustered.
"Coach should do it." Alf said. "He's the pro."
"You were great." Johnny said. "You had some great moves. I told Julian that. I told him about every move." he paused. "You were really great."
"Coach should show you. . ." Alf said.
"Coach, Julian and I are old friends. " Johnny continued. "We get together just the way you and Ashton did. He won't mind at all." Johnny said. "Not at all." It finally dawned on Alf just what Johnny was saying. He looked shocked. Fortunately the libido of 18-year-old guys is high and Alf's was particularly high. Lust overcame common sense and he said he was interested.
Julian had an exercise room in his attic, left over from when his sons were on my wrestling team. We went up and looked it over. It was windowless and carpeted in gym mats with weight equipment to one side. It was warm, but dimly illuminated.
"I've got my sons' wrestling singlets." Julian said, "They should fit." Julian's sons were short compact guys and a good six inches and 100 pounds smaller than me or Alf. The singlets were of a stretch fabric, but they left nothing to the imagination as they barely covered my massive frame. Alf had the same problem. I had seen him in the showers for three years of wrestling practice, but he had never seen me. He was trying hard not to stare.
He and Johnny got into a wrestling position and rolled around for a while. Julian came over to me and slipped his hand under me singlet and played with my genitals. I put my arm around his shoulders and we watched the match. Alf was trying to concentrate on Johnny but was watching Julian and me. Alf eventually pinned Johnny and they got up. Alf was fully erect and pre cum had made a wet spot on his singlet.
"I'm sorry." he said as he looked down and saw the wet spot. He blushed in embarrassment.
"You've got nothing to be sorry about." I said. "We're all guys here." I striped my over stretched garment off. "Let's save Julian some laundry time." I reached over and spread his shoulder straps and slipped his singlet off. I was half erect. Alf looked, dropped to his knees and started sucking. Alf was no amateur cock sucker, and I admit that his enthusiasm was catching.
It is strange. Most guys like to be sucked, and a lot of guys like to suck them. Every once and a while you encounter someone who really loves it. There was no holding back, no attitude, just pure passion for cock. That was Alf. It was a cruel quirk of fate that he got a bible thumper father. I knew from my conversations with Johnny that Alf was as good a bottom as he was a sucker.
"I knew that Alf wanted you, Coach." Johnny said. "He was afraid if you found out he was gay you wouldn't like him any more." Johnny, Julian and I formed a tight ring with Alf at the center. Alf could easily reach any one of our cocks and he seemed like a boy in the ice-cream store who wanted to sample all of the flavors. He sampled them all.
After a while I got Alf up off his knees so he could get some air. Alf was big and very pale, hairless except for his thick pubic bush. When he was soft, his cock nestled in the bush and was unimpressive. Erect he was a beefy 7½" with big, pink-purple mushroom head.
I got my first good look at it. "Damn, I had no idea you had so much meat!" I said. Alf smiled. I dropped to my knees and licked his pre cum covered head. I had the tip of my tongue licking the heart-shaped underside when Alf began to shoot. He shot several gobs, then I took the entire mushroom into my mouth. This was the first time I encountered a hands free orgasm, and I felt a bit flattered.
I figured that Alf was done for the night, but that didn't take into consideration the sexual drive of a teenager. He must have shot off at least twice not counting loads he might have dropped in Julian's ass. Johnny rear loaded him and I used Johnny's cum as a lubricant for another good fucking. Alf enjoyed every moment. It seemed he was happiest when there was a cock in his ass.
We went home after twelve, and the next morning I called Lou and asked if I could bring Alf along. He said sure, but I didn't know if that was just being polite. We left the house at three or so and arrived at the house in Lake Placid a bit after 5:30.
The roads were clear but there had been a snow the day before so the Adirondacks were a winter wonderland. The house looked like one of the German wooden houses in a fairy tale, more suited for Red Riding Hood than modern men. It looked almost magical in the snow.
Jim greeted us, and helped us get our luggage in. Lou wasn't there. He arrived around seven with Ashton. I was shocked since I had no idea Ashton was in Lake Placid. They explained that when Ashton had called to wish them a merry Christmas they told him that Alf was coming too. Ashton flew up from New York to be with Alf. I knew that they had hit it off, but hadn't realized they had hit it off that well.
The holiday turned out well. Ashton took care of Alf both emotionally and sexually and left Jim, Lou and me to ourselves. It was an ideal arrangement. I hadn't spent any time with Lou and Jim since that winter night a year earlier.
Some people say that their best sexual experience was the first time they got blown, or screwed. It seemed to me that it got better the more we did it. When you know what is coming and what you can do to make it better, sex gets better. I was also a lot more relaxed this time. When I sat on Jim's monster, I felt as if I were melting on it. I remembered it was huge, but it was still exciting. The cock kept on going deeper and deeper and when I though he was in all the way Lou told me to relax and get the last two inches in. I felt like a pig and a skewer. A very happy pig.
Later Lou and I were sixty nining and Jim fucked me. Lou had a front row seat of his lover's cock thrusting into his other lover's ass. I couldn't see what was happening but Lou's cock was oozing pre cum in a steady stream. It wasn't oozing. It was flowing.
I was doing the same. Lou deep throated me when Jim deep dicked me. We all shot together in a spectacular climax. Jim and I weren't exactly lovers but we knew that sexual chemistry as good as ours was a rare thing. Lou liked it all. We all fell asleep and I slept through the night except when Alf's moans of pleasure woke me up.
He next morning I went into town to get a present for Alf. I had a small gift for him, but since he was away from his family for the first time, his mother was dead and father institutionalized, I figured he needed more than that. I found a sweater for him.
When I got back, Lou and Alf were talking. I realized that Lou shared some of the same problems, and they hit it off well. We all went to a Christmas Eve candlelight service at the Presbyterian Church and then had a good dinner. It was just enough religion for Alf, who's relationship with Rev, Bumpass's church wasn't happy. Everything was relaxed and comfortable.
We had a big fire going and told funny stories that progressed into dirty stories. I didn't have to many experiences like that but Jim and Ashton had been around. Alf was next to the fire and began to strip off his heavier clothes. I went to the kitchen to get a drink and when I came back Alf was naked and trying to service everyone in the room.
He had never seen Jim's meat and when he got to Jim he did a double take. It was an effort not to laugh. Alf liked cock and he suddenly and unexpectedly encountered the Sistine Chapel of cocks. He was transfixed. Jim looked a bit like Santa and he did a very funny routine with Alf as the little boy on his lap.
I realized that Alf must have had some exhibitionist tendencies because he was obviously enjoying being naked in a group of dressed men. He also wanted to get Jim's cock in his ass. I was uncomfortable being dressed with a naked boy in the room so I stripped and soon were all naked and enjoying ourselves. I don't know what the psychology of the situation was but Alf was happy and comfortable.
I knew that he had never been able to please his father and I suspect it was a real rush for him to be able to please men his father's age. He started out almost frantically trying to serve everyone, but he soon calmed down. He wanted to get skewered by Jim. Jim was uneasy about that but Ashton popped his cock in Alf's ass without effort. Ashton wasn't a small man and Alf looked like a puppy who had done a good trick and wanted a bone.
"Well, lubricate him well!" Jim said. "It is Christmas after all!" everyone laughed and Alf looked relieved. Ashton lubricated Alf's ass, and this brought Alf exhibitionistic tendencies to the fore. He moaned and wiggled and made great show in response to Ashton's probing. When he reached the prostate and began to massage it the acting stopped. Alf became a purely sexual being. He quivered and shivered with every movement of Ashton's fingers.
Alf was one of those guys for whom the prostate was the most sensitive sex organ. Ashton was the organist. While this was going on, Lou was sucking Jim to an impressive state of erection. I watched as Ashton removed his fingers and Jim began to work his horse dick in. Jim had fucked me but I had never watched him. It was hard to believe that it would fit even in a big boy like Alf.
Lou got me to get down on my hands and knees and he began to slip his cock in my ass. By now Jim's head had penetrated into the hole. From the look on Alf's face it had not popped through the sphincter. Ashton gave Alf a sniff of poppers. Alf looked puzzled, then he exhaled and the head was in. I took a snort of the same bottle and then gave it to Lou.
I relaxed and Lou was in to the hilt. I was fascinated as Jim's cock continued its progress into Alf, while Lou's cock began to pump. A second or two later, Lou and I had merged. Alf was writhing in pleasure as Jim rammed his prostate. Jim's cock vanished completely, then he pulled out with only the head in the hole and rammed it in. A few seconds after that we were all sprayed by Alf's sperm as he shot hands free.
If there was ever to be an Olympic medal for sperm shooting, Alf would have won for both distance and amount. His aim wasn't good. He got Lou and me, but also hit Ashton and sprayed some on Jim's chest. The cum was in thick globs, more like yogurt than cum. I was astounded at the amount. Lou began to shiver and I reared up to increase the pressure on his cock as he shot. I knew he was filling my ass when warm cum spattered over me again.
It was Jim, who had pulled out and sprayed me for the second time that night. His aim was great. He shot a good dozen volleys over Alf's prone body, all of which hit my chest. It looked as if my chest hair had been coated with sperm snow. One shot hit my mustache and I licked it with my tongue.
I'm not a cum hound, but Jim's was good. Ashton came over and began licking it up. It turned out he was a cum hound. Lou was still twitching in my ass, and Alf rolled over and began to suck my cock. Ashton finished eating the cum as Alf got me to shoot. It was the best Christmas Eve I had ever spent.
Ashton took Alf to bed with him again. I slept with Lou and Jim.
"Alf's a nice boy," Lou said, "but I'm afraid he's a sex pig. I like sex, but, boy! That kid puts out!"
"He certainly does seem to like it." I said. "At least being a homosexual who loves sex is a big step up from being a vicious and destructive bigot. I thought he was evil at one time."
"It's pathetic when being a sex pig is better than being a Christian" Lou said. "It doesn't seem right."
"There are loving Christians and hating Christians." Jim said. "One acts like Christ and the other talks about him. Don't worry about Alf. He's Ashton's son now. Ashton will take him under his wing and help. Ashton likes them young and very sexual, but not self-destructive. Alf will be all right."
I realized that Jim was hard again. I rolled over and he slowly began to penetrate my ass. Lou smiled, and slipped under the covers. His mouth found my cock and I have no idea when I finally fell asleep.