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