The Meter Reader

THE METER READER by Ben Ezra Jacobson

My name is Ben Ezra Jacobson and I was born and reared in a small university town in east central Illinois where I lived most of my life. My father was a professor at the local university and I followed in his foot steps and graduated from the same university where I later got my Masters degree and then my PhD. I taught at the same university all my life and retired a few years ago. The fact that I had spent my whole life there allowed me and others like me...to know most of the citizenry of the community. Shortly after starting to teach at the university, our town had a two week scandal that had everyone all a buzz for details. In fact, the details were sketchy as in those days, people were loath to give too many facts to anyone, if they gave any at all. I was acquainted with one of the participants on a random basis and but the other was a long time friend and classmate although he was a few years my senior.

His name was John Copley. When I was a freshman in high school, John was a senior. His family lived on the same street as us, but several blocks to the east. They were a nice blue collar family. John's father was the manager of a local factory and his mother was a secretary to a local attorney. John was the youngest of five boys. When he graduated from school, he went to work for city electric company. His father and the Electric company director were long time friends. John was one of those individuals who was good with his hands. He was an above average student...but had little interest in college. He would more likely be found tinkering with an old car in the garage after school then pouring over class text books.

In time, John married a local girl, Mary Beth Carter and after a few years, they had two lovely little girls who they named Miranda and Maggie. John was athletic and in high school had played basketball and had gone out for track. He was a fantastic runner. Our school did not have a pool. If it had, he would have been on the swim team.

By the time I had finished my masters degree and had started teaching at the university...I was 23 years old. John was 27. As he moved up the employment ladder, he became one of the local electric meter readers...and was issued a company truck and now had a position trust. It was true that linemen usually commanded a higher wage...but John had little interest in climbing utility poles and working with high voltage lines. He saw himself moving into management and found that for now...working as a meter reader suited him.

Across town, in a university subdivision lived a coach who taught at the college. His name was Virgil Kenneth Rider. His students call him Coach Kenny. His wife, Betty Jo Rider taught in the women's athletic department. Together, they werepeople with a good income and could afford a very nice standard of living. The Rider's were childless. None of us knew if it was a matter of choice or if there was a medical reason behind their lack of children...but the two of them bought a very modern, mostly glass house that sat in the center of a beautiful wooded lot. All the homes in the subdivision were designed to sit in the woods and were high dollar homes to say the least. The Rider's home was shaped like a square horse shoe with the open end facing the woods. Shortly after the purchase...Coach Kenny decided to put in a privacy fence closing off the horseshoe to the gaze of the people living across the ravine. The house had a few assorted windows on the outside walls but the interior walls facing the courtyard were all glass. The master bedroom at the end had two walls that were all glass. The master bathroom also sat on this end...and it too, had a wall of all glass facing the newly installed privacy fence. The sliding glass doors could be opened in summer and it was like showering outside.

Betty Jo Rider did not like this voyeur style bathroom and refused to use it for any reason...but her husband liked it a lot and always showered there...day or night. He did have the good judgment to leave the interior lights off when showering at night. There was sufficient indirect lighting on the courtyard walls to provide enough illumination to see while showering. The electric meter was also inside the courtyard. While they were building the privacy wall, they had discussed with the city the need for moving the electric meter and found that the cost was prohibitive. The city suggested a number punch lock that the meter readers could access. Kenny had given the electric company the entry number...trusting that they would issue it to the readers... with some discretion.

John was scheduled to read the meters in the University Woods subdivision on a Tuesday afternoon. He walked along the field stone walkway, came to the gate, punched in the number code and swung the gate open. He walked up to the meter and recorded the current reading. While he was doing this...the coach was trimming the larger bushes in the court yard. He stopped and waved at John...then came over to speak to him.

"How's it going today," he asked?

"Really good," John replied, "your house is the last stop in the University subdivisions. I go next to Bentwood and Post Oak lanes to read those meters."

"I've been trimming the shrubs as you can see...and was just thinking that a break with a cold beer would taste good. Offer you one," he asked?

"I'd love it, accept I still have a few more divisions to read before my day ends. Company policy is that the employees must be completely off the clock before partaking of alcoholic refreshment," John responded.

"I understand," the coach said. "How about a Coke or Pepsi?"

"That I can do," John replied.

"Have a seat," the Coach said. " I'll be right back."

John could see him through the glass walls go into the kitchen and get two cold Pepsi's, glasses and some ice...and return to the patio. The coach handed him a glass and a can of soda...and set the other down in front of himself. Popping the tops, they poured the amber liquid into the glasses.

"How long have you been reading meters," the coach asked?

" Several years now," he responded. " I have been taking some administrative classes and want to work into the leadership."

"Any college under your belt," Rider asked?

"No," John answered back. " I was never a scholar. I am hoping that the company curriculum will be sufficient to get me where I want to go."

"Family," Coach Kenny asked?

"Yes, married six years with two little girls," John replied. "You?"

"Betty Jo and I have been married 15 years but we don't have any kids," the coach responded.

John nodded but said nothing.

"Were you in sports when you were in high school," Rider asked him.

"I was," John said. "I played basket ball here and then was a cross country runner."

" I would have guessed that you were an athlete when you were in high school. You still have an athlete's body. "Were you on a swim team?"

"I would have loved to have been on a swimming team...but the community did not offer it," he replied.

"The university has a heated pool you know," the coach answered him back.

"Yes, they do now...and a very nice one...but when I was in high school...that was not a viable option."

"Well, it is now," the coach offered. " There is an adults swim team open to anyone in the community. You ought to give it some thought."

John looked interested, "Really, I didn't know that. That might be fun.

"It is fun," the coach responded. We have two actually. One for anyone who wants to participate and then another for men only on a week night. That one is often in the nude."

"You're kidding," John laughed. "A naked swimming class for competition."

"Sure why not," he asked. "Even us older guys like to let it hang out sometimes."

John laughed again. "That would take some getting used to."

"You'd be surprised. Actually, it is very manly...and there are teams all over the place that have competitions where the participants are naked."

"I like to swim," John offered... "but I have not gone skinny dipping since I was a kid in scouts." As soon as he said it...he wished he had not. The scout skinny dipping had been a secret and they had all pledged never to mention it to anyone else...ever.

"Take it easy, my friend. Your secret is safe with me," Rider responded.

They both laughed.

"Thanks for the Pepsi, Mr. Rider. I appreciate it very much."

" You are quite welcome. And my name is Ken. Mr. Rider is my dad."

They laughed again.

" I understand," said John. "You can see by the name tag on my shirt...that my name is John Copley.

The coach stuck out his hand to shake hands. "Take care of yourself John Copley...and give some thought to joining either of the swimming teams."

"I will sir...and thanks," he responded and left the yard.

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A month passed and although John thought about the swimming team, he did not show up for the meetings. Half way through the month...he got a telephone message from the coach giving him the meeting time for the next training session...but could not summon the courage to go. On the last day of the month, he was in the University Woods subdivision again reading the meters. This time, he had run his route a little different so that he could finish with this particular subdivision as his last stop. He walked up to the gate...punched in the number code and let himself into the yard.

The coach was lying on a work out bench under the patio cover. He was using a bow flex machine and working his shoulder and arm muscles. John would not have found this so strange...knowing that Mr. Rider was a coach...but the fact that he was working out stark naked...threw him a bit. At first he tried to walk by him as if he did not see him...but the coach saw him and called a greeting out to him.

"Hey John...how are you doing these days," he called after him?

"Doing good...how about yourself," he answered him back.

"Fantastic," the coach responded... "sure glad I decided not to teach this summer."

John smiled and stared back at him. The coach was around 35 years of age and very fit. He had a full head of dark brown hair, hairy arms, legs and chest, a hairy butt and a lot of dark brown pubic hair. As noticeable as all of that was...the coach also had a large endowment and low hanging testicles. If he had been a stallion...he would have been getting huge stud fees.

The coach laughed.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said to John, "everyone reacts that way when they first see it."

"I didn't mean to stare...and I am not implying anything Coach...you just took me by surprise. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Not at all, John," he answered back. "Like I said, everyone is sort of shocked when they see me naked. All this hair has been a bit of a curse...but we are the way that God created us...right?"

"Yes sir," John stammered. " I think that's pretty accurate"

They laughed again. The coach made no attempt to cover up...as John read the meter.

"Got time for Coke break," he asked John?

"Sure, why not," he answered back.

The coach went into the house and returned with some Cokes and a plate with cheese, ham and crackers and some assorted condiments.

"Sit down John," he instructed him.

John sat down and opened the soda that was offered to him and helped himself to the refreshments. The coach sat down opposite of him and asked him if he was still thinking about the swim team...which John responded in the affirmative.

"It's just...well, I am not so sure about the idea of swimming nude, Coach."

"Surely a good looking specimen like yourself is not ashamed to have anyone see you in the pool naked." he asked?

"No, I am not ashamed of my body...but I am a married man with children," he stuttered, "what would they think if they knew their husband and father was competing in water sports in the nude."

"Maybe you are considering giving out too much information," the coach responded.

"Information," John queried..?

"Why do you have to tell anyone that it is in the nude. Talk about the competition...and not what you were wearing...or not," the coach responded.

"What if there was a leak...and the information got out. How would I tell my wife that I was competing in a nude swim class with other guys," he said, " I can guarantee that she would not understand or approve."

"How would you feel about it if you were still a single man," the coach asked him.

"Well, I'd probably be OK with it. I have been naked around other athletes when I was in high school," John answered back.

"And did you ever do anything in the shower room when you were a kid that you would not have wanted another adult to know about," Rider asked again.

John did not speak...he just slightly nodded his head.

"What was it," the coach continued to press.

"I'm too embarrassed to tell you," John replied.

"Come on John...we are both adults here...and I can damn well keep a confidence...tell me," the coached pressed on.

"We did a circle jerk in the shower when we won an event," John answered him back.

"And," asked the coach?

John looked deeply at the coach...wondering if he could trust him. His face looked like he could be discreet.

"And...once, I let a friend suck my dick and shot my load in his mouth."

"And did you reciprocate," Rider pressed forward.

Again John looked deep into his eyes. He did not want to answer the question but there was something compelling about the coaches gaze.

"Yes, sir...I did," John whispered back.

"Did you feel bad about sharing that experience with your friend," the coach continued.

"At first...I did. I worried about being found out and what I would do if the other kids found out about it. I'm not queer and I don't want to be labeled as one after letting my guard down once.

"And did it ever happen again," the coach asked.

John stood up.

"This conversation is making me too uncomfortable...I need to go," John stammered

The coach jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable John. My intentions are only to help you realize that you are not the only person who may have ever had to deal with a dilemma like this. Listen...there is no shame in doing what comes natural. I've done the same thing...so I'm not casting stones at you.

John relaxed a bit. The coach asked him to stay and to sit back down. He felt like he should run but the coach's voice was soothing...and instead of running in fear...he relaxed an sat back down. The two looked at each other. The coach smiled...and finally John felt like he could trust...and smiled back.

John caught his breath finally...and turned to Rider.

"You have done the same thing," he asked...hoping he could be persuaded to elaborate?

"Sure," said the coach. "When I was in high school and on the football team...we had won the homecoming game. My best friend and I took two of the girls in our class to the homecoming dance. We both had sex with them afterwards...and then he stayed all night with me...and he and I had some fun together during the night. It felt really good. We continued to date the girls and when we could...we would stay over at each other's house and have a little more fun between the two of us. That is when I found out that I was bi-sexual."

John sat in amazed silence...soaking up every word.

"But you are married now. Surely you don't still have sex with guys," he asked?

"Well, sometimes if I strike up a friendship with another athlete and he likes the same thing I like and is willing ...I do," Coach Kenny responded.

"But what about your wife finding out," John asked.

"She knows," he responded. "She knew before we got married that I liked a little swing now and then on the DC side of the current."

"And still she agreed to marry you," asked John?

"Sure," the coach responded. He got up and took a hold of his dick and swung it around a few loops causing it to grow. "She wanted to continue to experience this when she could."

John swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. It had been some time since he had seen another man's penis the size of the one that the coach had...and even longer since he had tasted it.

The coach sat down, and grinning from ear to ear, continued... "So tell me, did you get to reciprocate for your friend..?"

John swallowed hard again. "Yes sir, I did."

" I have to get back to the office Coach. I'll think more about the swim team...but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. Finding time is hard to manage...an my family gets almost all of it."

"I understand, my friend...and that is all that I ask...that you think about it," the coach reassured.

The coached walked him slowly to the gate..sure that he did not really want to go.

"Would you like to feel it before you go," Ken asked his friend?

John reached out, a little reluctantly...and took a firm grasped of Ken's proboscis. It instantly harden and curved upward like steel. It felt warm in his hand and the thickness made it feel like a monster dick. He let go quickly and then reached out and squeezed it again. Then letting go reluctantly...he release it and stepped through the gate...pulling it shut behind him.

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Two weeks passed. The coach was attending the swimmers meet at the University pool. There were a dozen men attending...with all ages and body size. The oldest was about 50 years old and the youngest was in their late teens. All sat on the side of the pool...completely naked. The coach blew his whistle and all got into the water. They were divided into teams of three and took turns swimming the laps to the other side and back. Out of the corner of his eye...Coach Kenny caught sight of the pool room door opening. When he turned to look at the person entering...was surprised to find it was John Copley.

The coach climbed the pool side ladder and stood before John. His naked body was glistening in the light.

"Hey there John...did you decide to come down and swim with us this evening...," he asked...hoping for the affirmative.

"I told my wife I was going back to work to fill out today's time sheet...that I had forgotten when I left work. I can not stay long," he returned.

"That's cool," said the coach. "How about a quick dip to see how nice the water is?"

"I wish I could Ken...but I didn't bring trunks or towels," John replied.

"Your kidding right," the coach responded laughing. " I can give you some towels to dry off with when you get out...and you don't need trunks."

John looked at his watch...and his better judgment told him to flee...but his sense of adventure whispered to get into the water for a few minutes. He looked at his watch again and quickly pulled his polo shirt over his head, unhooked his jeans button, unzipped and dropped them to the floor. He had no underwear on nor socks. The coach smiled. His young friend was hung every bit as well as he was and as John looked over and saw him watching...he grinned, stepped to the pool's edge and dove into the water. He swam in a lane by himself and made four passes down and back before climbing out.

"Which way to the showers," he asked? " I can't go home smelling like pool chlorine."

The coach pointed to the shower room and watched John jog to the door. He followed shortly. John was in the shower washing his hair and body with the pool soap in the dispensers. He lathered up his groin area and watched as his endowment grew from the contact with the slick soap.

"Nice hardware, buddy," the coach said as John rinsed off the soap and quickly toweled dry. The coach was standing there with John's jeans, shoes and shirt. He handed them out to him.

John slipped the shirt over his head after toweling his hair dry. He stepped into his jeans but pulled them up only to his knees...while he slipped into his loafer shoes.

"You want a quick feel coach."

Kenny reached out and took John's dick into his hands. It felt nice. He gave it a few squeezes and felt it start to harden. John sighed.

" Got to get home Ken, sorry," he said as he pulled away and pulled his jeans

"I understand," replied the coach. "Thanks for coming over to check us out...it was really nice to have you here with us."

John smiled as he rushed out the door, "Ditto."

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The coach hoped he would hear from John the next day, but he did not. In fact it was another two weeks before they communicated in any way. The coach was sitting on the side of his bed after having just stepped out of the shower. Betty Jo, his wife was gone with some of the women's physical education instructors to a conference in St. Louis and would be gone until Sunday. The coach dried his hair and body and since he was home alone...saw no reason to get dressed. He went to the kitchen and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich, grabbed a bottle of beer and went out to the patio entirely in the buff. The breeze was nice as he sat there. He thought how nice it would be to be nude all the time in the comfort of his own home.

He had called the electric utility and asked if he could speak to John Copley but was told that he was out working in the field. Could he leave a message for him? Well yes...but was it really important. Hell yes, it is important. I don't waste my time leaving nonsense message for people at work. Ok then, what do you want me to tell him. Tell him that the coach is free for the next swim meet and he can pick up tickets at his convenience. Is that all..? Yes...that's it. OK then I will put the message in his mail box here at work. Thanks for calling.

It was ten thirty PM now...and he had not received a call back. Perhaps the lady who took the message was just stringing him along and had no intention of relaying the message. The ham sandwich was good. He had not eaten since noon. He left his bottle of beer on the table and went back to the kitchen for another sandwich and added a handful of chips. He then returned to the patio and took another slug of his beer. He heard the number lock at the back gate moving. He turned to see who was there. Click, click, click, click...the gate swung open. There stood John Copley in a pair of white denim shorts and a red tee shirt that had the university crest on it.

"John," the coach called out... "get yourself over here. You want something to eat and drink?"

"What a nice surprise. I had not heard from you and thought perhaps you did not get my message," Kenny advised.

"I got it Ken. Thanks for leaving it for me. I did not think that I would be able to make contact with you...but when I got home...Mary Beth wanted to take the girls with her and spend the week end with her sister in Chicago. Their sorority is having a bash of some kind up there. It is going to be a girls week end and they are bringing their children. I told her that I was OK with it...and they left on the train about 7:00 PM. They arrived two hours later. I thought I would run over here real quick and let you know."

"They called to let you know that they had made it safely," Ken asked?

"Yes...I told them I was real tired and was going to bed early," John relayed to the coach. "When I went to bed, I could not sleep...so I decided to run over here real quick and just let you know that I might be able to swim with the group tomorrow."

"That would be great, John...we need your support if we are going to compete with any accuracy at all," the coach replied.

"I'm going to get you a sandwich," said the coach. "Sit down and take a load off."

Kenny returned with a super ham and cheese and set a beer in front of John. He was not sure if he would drink it or not...but after a sip...he took a long draw on it and ate the sandwich with much enthusiasm.

"Guess I was hungrier than I thought," he offered.

The coach had made an additional sandwich on the tray and pushed it over to John. John ate it quickly...and polished off the beer before him. The coach gave him another and he popped the top and took a long swig. It tasted good.

"So you are a gentleman of leisure this week end," the coach suggested?

"I am," he giggled.

It was obvious that John was feeling the relaxing effects of the alcohol in the beer. His speech slowed and for the first time since they had met...John seemed relaxed an unconcerned about the lateness of the hour and his schedule. They talked about swimming and other sporting events. John removed his shirt. He said he was hot. The breeze cooled him a bit. He noticed that the coach was naked. Standing up, he unbuttoned his shorts, then unzipped them and let them fall to the pavement. He was naked underneath. He stepped out of his shoes... and sat back down in the chair.

"This is the first time today that I have not been hot and uncomfortable," he offered.

"That's the reason I did not get dressed after my shower. With Betty Jo gone for the week end...there was no need for protocol."

John yawned a big yawn.

"What time is it, Ken?"

It's almost 11:00 PM," the coach answered.

John noticed the big hammock near the shadows of the great Oak tree.

"You have a hammock," he said, "I have not lain in a hammock since I was a kid. Can I try it out?"

"Sure, why not," the coach responded.

The two got up and walked to the hammock...leaving John's clothing laying on the patio paving stones. He climbed in and rolled out the other side. Getting up and laughing...he climbed in again. This time...Ken held on to the netting. He adjusted his weight and putting his arms over his head...sighed a deep sigh.

"Oh man...this is great. I feel like I don't have a care in the world," he said.

"Good," said the coach, " you don't have a care in the world the next two days."

"Cool," said John. "Climb in, Ken...there's room for both of us."

Ken grabbed a hold of the netting and jumped into the hammock, leaning against the back of the hammock end where John's feet were resting. This way they could face each other and talk.

John looked at him and said, "you climbed into that end of the hammock like you knew what your were doing?"

"I do," Ken replied. "If this old hammock could talk...I'd have to leave town." They both laughed.

"What have you done that was so terrible," John asked him..?

"Well, I have had sex with at least a dozen different women in it...and I have sucked several cocks in it. Once a friend lay on his stomach with his dick poking through the net. I laid down on the ground underneath...and sucked him off. He screamed so loud from the orgasm that I thought he would wake up my wife."

"Your kidding," said John. "You had sex with another guy in the hammock and your wife was asleep in the house?"

"Sure did," the coach replied.

"Did your wife ever find out about it." he asked?

"Yeah...I told her," the coach replied.

"You did...no shit," John gasped.

"Sure...we have no secrets," Ken responded.

"If I did something like that, Mary Beth would kill me," John replied.

"Only if she knew about it," the coach answered back. "Sometime it is best to keep your secrets to yourself."

"So I have guessed," John said... "so I have guessed."

With that, the coach reached over and took John's cock into his hand. It became erect almost immediately.

John closed his eyes...and reveled in the sensations that were going through his body. Every so often...he would hunch his body up...and it was obvious that he was enjoying the erotic touch very much.

"Feel good," Ken asked?

"Oh yeah," he responded with his eyes still closed, "never felt this way before. Mary Beth did not like a lot of foreplay unless it was me stimulating her. As soon as she had an orgasm...she was done. Many times, I would have to go to the bath room and finish myself off because she had hers...and was done for the night."

"That doesn't sound fair," Ken answered back.

"She never liked sex. She thought it was dirty. I suppose it had something to do with being molested when she was a teenager by some older guy. She never would talk much about it. After the girls came along...she shut me off all together for months at a time."

"When was the last time you had an orgasm," Ken asked?

"Other than by my own hand...at least six months."

"Damn, your balls must be blue with all those little wiggly guys screaming to get out," the coach suggested.

"Perhaps," John replied... "but I try to keep them drained every couple of days. Jacking off is the best defense I have right now."

"Ever consider a red light establishment," the coach asked?

"I could not bring myself to go. I did consider it once...even drove into the parking lot...but the crowd looked so seedy...that I high-tailed it out of there as fast I could go."

John was hard as a rock from all the stimulating he was getting from the coaches hand. The coach...noting that he still had his eyes closed and was very relaxed...looked around him...and finding that they were still very much alone...reached over and put his mouth over John's penis and started sucking him.

John flinched as he opened his eyes. He pulled out and said, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Saving your life," the coach responded...pushing him back against the hammock and taking John's dick in his hand...started sucking it again. This time, John leaned back and let him do it. John's cock began to pulsate and he was secreting pre-cum in copious amounts. At one point, the coach paused and made a comment about John trying to drown him. Then he continued to slid up and down on his shaft...with the thick spittle in his mouth as lubricant. John started thrusting upward. The pace hastened.

After another minute and a half...John whispered, "Ken...you better stop or I am going to shoot in your mouth."

The coach did not stop. Up, down, up, down, up, down. John became very rigid and hunched upward and gave out a low moan as he ejaculated into the coaches mouth. He thrashed sideways and then up and down again...he moaned, and shivered and thrust erratically and erotically. Another big load ejaculated into the back of the coaches mouth. The orgasm went on and on. John's breathing became very heavy. Finally he pulled out quickly. He had become too sensitive to go further. The coach pulled away from him and leaned over the hammock and spit the load onto the ground below.

"Oh shit," said John... "I have never felt anything as intense as that in my whole life. Even with having sex with Mary Beth...it never felt like that."

"Good, huh," asked the coach..?

"Yeah, in a strange sort of way. Even years ago when I was in scouts and we circle jerked in the tent at night...it never felt that intense."

"Your first blow job by another guy," the coach asked?

"Yeah, it was," John confessed. " I never thought I could ever let someone do that to me."

"Well...was it good enough to endure it again," he asked John.

"Yeah...I think so," he responded.

The coach got up and went into the house...returning with two more beers. John lay back and slowly sipped his. It was obvious that he was enjoying it very much.

"What time is it Ken," he asked, "I need to head for home."

"Whoa there cowboy," the coach responded... "You've had too much booze to be driving yourself home. You're going to stay here tonight and if you are sober by morning...you can drive yourself home."

John looked at him and giggled.

"You're right...I don't need to be on the road like this. I can sleep in the hammock tonight and tomorrow...drive myself home."

"No, no hammock tonight. You will sleep inside the house with me...so the mosquitoes don't pack you off," the coach commanded.

"Yes sir," John said and saluted as if he was addressing a military officer.

It was obvious that he was beyond tipsy...he was definitely drunk. Ken helped him out of the hammock and grabbing his clothing from the patio floor where John had stepped out of them...lead him to the house. Ken took him to his own room and turning back the spread, helped him slide beneath the clean white sheets. The coach came around to the other side and climbed in next to him...and turned out the lights. John was singing a verse from some song he knew and musing about his adventure he had had this evening. He leaned over and kissed the coach on the side of the face.

"Do me a favor," he said.

"What's that, buddy," Ken asked.

"If I roll over on my side...will you fuck my ass?

"Are you sure," the coach asked.

He rolled over, and leaning over his shoulder...said, " try me."

The sun came up bright and clear on Saturday morning. John was beginning to stir in the coaches bed. He suddenly sat up quickly and looked around the room.

"Where the hell am I," he shrieked.

Coach Kenny rolled over and patted his shoulder.

"You are here at my house with me," he responded.

"Man, my head is killing me," John replied. "What happened last night?"

The coach, in a few well chosen words, told him what had transpired the night before. John looked at him in unbelief.

"No, I would never do that," he stammered.

"Well, maybe not...but last night, you did," he answered back.

John leaned back against the pillow. He was trying to remember but his head hurt too bad to think clearly. The coach got up and made coffee. They both wandered to the kitchen where a couple of asprin and a couple of cups of coffee began to take the edge off the situation.

"So I took my clothing off and had sex with you in the hammock," he asked again and again?

"You did...and you said it was the best you ever had in your life."

"Oh shit," John blurted out... "Mary Beth will kill me and then divorce me."

"John...she is in Chicago for a women's retreat...remember?"

"Oh yeah...that's right," he meekly answered back.

"And you do not have to speak of this to her at all...remember?"

John's face was searching for recollections, "Your right," he said.

"Can I use your restroom," John asked?

"Third door on the left," the coach responded.

He had not been in there very long until the coach heard a loud cry.

"Are you Ok," he asked?

"Pain," he said. "I feel like I have been impaled on a fence post starting with my ass hole and going up to my gut."

"Don't you remember what you asked me to do to you," the coach inquired?

John came out of the bathroom.

"You didn't," he demanded.

"I did," the coach responded... "And you enjoyed every inch of it."

John sat back down in the kitchen chair and leaned his head against the table.

"I think I am going to be sick," he told the coach as he bolted back to the restroom and vomited into the toilet.

The coach put his arm around him and helped him back to his bed. He covered him up and told him to sleep.

"You have no appointments for today...so just sleep it off. I am here if you need me."

John slept another six hours...waking a little past noon. This time when he sat up in the bed...he knew where he was and the sick feeling was mostly subsided.

"How are you doing, Sport," the coached asked.

"Better... but I still do not feel good enough to drive myself home. Can I stay here with you?"

"Of course," the coach replied, "you should."

By supper time...John was feeling pretty much back to normal. He felt empty. Ken fixed him some soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. He didn't want to tear up his stomach again. John was quiet and very reflective.

"Penny for your thoughts," the coach jested.

"They are not worth much, Ken, I was just thinking that although it may be a popular pass time...I don't have any business trying to drink. I have never been able to hold it...and it has always made me sick as a dog. This has been a good lesson to remind me of that."

"What else have you been thinking," the coach asked?

"I have learned that I am living a lie. I got married because that is what guys are suppose to do...but it has not been a happy arrangement. Neither Mary Beth nor I have been happy. We have talked about it...and sometime back...she said that she wanted to move on. I pressured her to stay with me. You know...what would our families think, what would the neighbors think, what would the girls think."

"Listen bud...I am going to give you some big brother advice," ken started in, "You can not live your life for someone else and exclude how you feel about things. You will only make your whole life miserable. If she wants to move on and you are not part of the picture...be thankful for her honesty. You deserve to be happy too. Keep your own counsel. Under the circumstances...she does not need to know about our adventure...that is just between the two of us. Be your own man...John. Accept what you can not effectively change."

John leaned back against the pillow, his arms over his head. Thinking about what Ken had just said to him.

"Any other advise, big brother," he asked..?

"Yes, haul your ass out of my bed and go take a shower...with your pits in the air...I just notice that you are sweaty and you stink."

John laughed and climbed out of the bed...and headed for the shower. When he returned, he looked and smelled a lot better.

Ken drove John over to his house to check the mail and to feed the cat. While they were there...the phone rang. It was Mary Beth calling from her sister's house in Chicago. While he spoke with her, the coach went outside and sat on the patio after helping himself to a Coke from their refrigerator. It was nearly an hour before John came out to the patio...also with a coke. He sat down and said nothing.

"Want to talk," the coach asked?

"She's staying on for a few days," he said.

"What about her job," Ken asked?

"She's taken a leave of absence and has pulled the oldest daughter out of kindergarten for a week...she didn't tell me until now," he added.

"Anything else," the coach asked?

"Yeah...she cleaned out our bank account."

At that, the coach sighed.

"I feel so helpless," John said as he stared at his older friend.

"Well, little brother...at least now you know. You can make a big issue of this or you can compromise and cooperate. Neither of you were happy. Now you can liquidate and start afresh. Don't look at it as a defeat but as a new beginning. She can not keep you from seeing the girls. As long as you try to make it easy for all of them...the court will not let her keep the girls from you," the coach advised.

John sighed heavily again, "Cooperate."

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The Fourth of July came fast. The community was decorated in flags and banners for the occasion. A community wide social was to be held on the fairgrounds and a traveling carnival was in town. The coach had not heard from John for the last two weeks. He thought it best to give him some space. John missed the next two swim meet practices. Then on July 3rd...he called to let Ken know that he was ok.

"Hi ken...it has been a while since we talked. How about meeting me for lunch and letting me tell you what is going on here at this end," John asked?

"Sure kid...where and when," he responded.

"How about Woodbine's at noon," John suggested.

"That works for me, see you there."

The coach was the first to arrive and John drove up shortly there after. They arranged for a table on the restaurant patio and ordered. The food came quickly.

"So how you doing little brother. I have missed seeing and talking to you," the coach started.

"It has been a hard two weeks Ken. I went back to work to keep my mind occupied. Mary Beth and her dad and two brothers came on Monday and pretty much cleaned out the house. I let her have everything she wanted...just like you advised. We agreed to list the house with a Realtor at a quick sale price and she took the new car and I am driving the old truck. Before they left...I told her if the girls needed anything to let me know. It was calm and equitable...just like you suggested. When you don't have much...there is little to fuss over," John replied.

"Was their disposition ugly at all," the coach asked?

"They acted like it would be when they first arrived. I tried to diffuse it right off the bat by saying...that I was sorry it came to this...but I wanted what was best for she and the girls...and if there was anything I could do to help...just ask," he answered back. "Then I set to helping them pack and load. Her dad and brothers acted like they didn't trust me at first...but by the time we were done..they shook hands with me and thanked me for my good attitude and support. I responded by saying that when you love someone...you do all you can to help them. Mary Beth was crying when they left. At least they can not say that I was belligerent in any way."

"You still need an attorney...little brother," Ken returned, "I have a good friend who is an attorney...and not a high dollar one. I'll give you his name and number."

After eating lunch, Ken went with John back to his house. It was nearly thread bare. He had a couple of camping chairs in the living room, a camp stove on the counter in the kitchen and an air mattress and sleeping bag stretched out on the floor of the dinning room. He said that he could not stay in the bedroom since his family moved out.

"John...why don't you come stay at my house for awhile. Your house is going to be sold...probably fairly quickly...and sleeping on the floor is OK for a few hours of fun...but not a whole night," Ken suggested.

John laughed, "I haven't had a few hours of fun in a long time. Besides...what would Betty Jo say...you bringing a guy whose been dumped my his family home...like a stray dog..?"

"She wouldn't care," Ken answered back... "Like I said earlier. She is so involved with the women's physical education department and the women's liberation movement...that I could have a couple other women and a couple of guys here and she could care less."

"Are you sure about her feelings, John asked? "Maybe she is just trying to cover her feelings."

"Not so kid...you don't know her like I do. She is a strong woman with her own agenda. If she was getting in action anywhere else...it would be with another woman."

John turned and stared at the coach.

"She has told you this," he asked?

"Yep," he replied, "And I have met one of her girl friends."

"No shit, what was she like?"

" Big and mean," the coach said...slapping John on the back.

They both laughed as they left the house. John explained that he had to get a painter to repaint all the rooms a neutral color for the sale and have the carpets cleaned...but other than that...it was pretty much ready to move.

In the car, going back to the restaurant to pick up the coach's car...he offered to help John paint the interior of the house. Between the two of them, they could surely repaint it in a few days. If the walls and ceilings were all the same color...surely it would not take too long. He advised John to buy premium grade paint so that it would not need too many coats and the same with premium rollers that did not fall apart and leave fuzz in the finished coat.

"Come spend the fourth with me," coach invited. "Betty Jo will be gone for several days...so we will not have to compete with her for the television remote."

"Well...if you are sure she will be gone, it might be nice to have someone to talk to," John answered back.

"She will be gone."

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The evening of the 3rd of July, it rained. The storm had a lot of thunder and lightning...which illuminated the night sky. Ken ordered Pizza delivered. They sat under the covered patio and ate...and discussed what the future would be for John.

"You've seen the house...so what do you say...come stay with me until you can get on your feet again," Ken said emphatically to him.

"It's not a bad idea...but I am still concerned what you wife will think of you taking in a stray," he said.

"She won't say anything. She will make you feel welcome. We have both brought people into our home in years past to help them get a foot hold on a new life," the coach reaffirmed.

The conversation switched to sports and then to politics, then to the latest news. By 10:30 PM...the winds picked up making it necessary to vacate the patio. For awhile, it seemed as if the rain was blowing horizontal...but forecast did not indicate any dangerous weather. They finally turned off the television in the living room and made their way to the master bedroom. The coach quickly and easily stepped out of his clothing and headed for the shower. When he returned, the meter reader did the same.

Ken had turned back the sheets but the room was warm and he lay down on his side of the bed with the lights turned off and the ceiling fan turned on low. John came in and lay down next to him. After a few comments about how nice the quiet was and how good the bed felt...they rolled towards each other and each took the other's manhood into their hands. Both men became erect quickly. The coach finally got up, and straddling John's head...lowered himself down into a perfect sixty nine position. He took John's penis into his mouth and began to moisten it down. John had not performed oral sex on the coach at any time since they met...and was a bit hesitant...but allowing himself to relax...raised his head to engulf the coach's beautiful prong. After just a few slides on the rod...both were grunting and sighing.

John pause, pulling the coach's cock out of his mouth...and said, "you taste great, Ken. I had no idea that oral sex could be so much fun."

He opened his mouth and again took the big proboscis into his mouth and pushed upward trying to swallow as much of it as possible. Then he pulled back and ran his tongue all over Ken's testicles. Ken wiggled with delight.

"I love having my balls rubbed or sucked. Kid, I'll give you a couple of hours to grow weary of this and to stop."

John laughed. "I never knew how good it could feel both getting and giving."

They rolled over and this time with the coach underneath and John on top...the coach ran his tongue all over Ken's scrotum and his perineum. John continued to sigh deeply...and then Ken stretching upward as best he could...started to rim him. John flinched.

"Oh shit...I have never felt anything like that before. Ken, there are no words to describe how good this all feels. Mary Beth would not do any of this. No oral, no anal, no anything...just quickly in and quickly out and roll over and go to sleep.

Ken wet his finger with spit and massaged John's sphincter while he continued to suck his cock. Since John was enjoying the attention so much...the coach reached for the Vaseline jar on the night stand...and dipping in his finger and applying it to the pucker...after a few strokes around the sphincter...pushed in ever so slightly. John gasped. His breathing suddenly got deeper.

The coach pushed his finger deeper. John stopped what he was doing to arch his back and to sigh deeper than before.

"Push in deeper," he commanded.

Ken pushed deeper. John sighed again, and began to gyrate making some short hardy pants.

"Oh...damn...that feels so good. Go deeper," he again commanded.

Ken found his prostate gland which felt huge. He made a circular motion over it, massaging from one side to the other. Then he pulled his finger almost to the edge and pushed in again...each time a little deeper. John was making all kinds of grateful noises. He obviously was experiencing a wondrous sensation. He thrust back on Ken's finger.

"Ken, pull your finger out...I want your dick up my ass."

Quickly they changed positions and John rolled over onto his back and pulled his legs forward which raised his buttocks to the level of Ken's groin. Ken pushed in again and started the pumping motion. The head of his dick was stroking John's prostate. John was getting very excited as he gyrated his anal area towards Ken's thrusting penis.

The motion continued for a few fast minutes when John whispered that he was about to cum. Ken loaded his palm with Vaseline and started sliding it over John's shaft.

"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum," John shouted.

Ken thrust his penis harder into John's cavity. The orgasm started and lasted and lasted and lasted. Ken filled him up at the same time that John was having his own ejaculation. Semen went all over both of them...copious amounts of it. The intensity of the feelings went on and on. Finally John had to stop Ken from stroking him any further because the pleasure of one moment turned to pain after the initial ejaculation was over. They both became too sensitive, too soon. Ken lay down on the bed next to John and they just held each other and tried to catch their own breaths. They both felt as weak as a cat...but very contented.

John hurried to the rest room to drain while Ken ran the shower. They both got into it together and helped clean each other off. There the two of them together in the shower with warm comforting water running down their bodies...they kissed. John was not sure that he could kiss another man...but Ken made him feel so loved and cared for that he allowed him to kiss him and reciprocated in kind, time and time again. They embraced in a deep hug and stood there as the water rinsed them clean.

After drying off and returning to bed, they kissed each other again...and then curled up together in a spoon position. Ken behind John with his arm over his waist...holding him as close to him as he could. Both were very drowsy and sleep came upon them very quickly. There last words to each other that night was that they loved each other.

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The Fourth of July opened with a beautiful sunrise at dawn. The sunlight came through the floor to ceiling windows of the coach's bedroom. John and Ken were laying very close as the sun light began to shine in their eyes. Ken scrambled out of bed to pull the white drapery which filtered the light. He stepped into the bathroom to take a piss and then stepped into the shower for a quick rinse. Before he could hardly get started...John opened the shower door and stepped in behind him. He kissed the back of Ken's shoulder and took the warm wash cloth already lathered up with soap and ran it all over Ken's shoulders and back...then moving down...washed his glutes, and the backs of his legs. Ken turned around to face him. John re-lathered the wash cloth and ran it over Ken's chest, his groin and the hardware that had been hanging limp but now was at full mast. He continued down and washed his thighs, knees, legs and the tops of his feet. While he was in the kneeling position...he engulf Ken's squeaky clean cock into his mouth. Ken pushed forward to push it deeper. John ran his tongue over the mid seam along the perineum and then touched his tongue to each of the perfect and huge testicles.

"John...if you don't pull off...you are going to get a mouth full of semen," Ken advised...but John did not pull off..

Ken fired and John got a mouth full of salty semen. In stead of spitting like he had here to fore done...this time he swallowed it. Half expecting him to gag and vomit...Ken watched as he made all kinds of faces...but he did not get sick. A triumph on his part.

John turned Ken gently to face the wall of the shower and applied his tongue to Ken's sphincter. Even though he had already dropped his load...he bent forward to enjoy the titillating sensation. John got to his feet...his own penis stiff and erect. Taking the bar of soap...he rubbed it against Ken's pucker then soaped his own penis and pushed it in. Ken flinched a bit...but pushed back against him. It took a moment for the initial entry to relax and the little bit of pain to stop...as John pulled back and then pushed in again. He made a dozen more thrusts with Ken bent forward...accepting the movements.

"Damn Ken...this feels so good. I never entered a man before...not even in scouts years ago...but this feels as good as any other places my dick has been."

He thrust forward hard again and again. He could feel an ejaculation coming on...a couple more thrust and this incredible earth shattering sensation came up from the depths of his prostate gland and testicles provoking a huge shot of semen into Ken's colon...another and another and another. By the time he pulled out...he was completely soft.

He turned and kissed Ken on the lips who was now smiling a great big smile. Taking the soap and wash clothe from him...he proceeded to wash down John and help him get cleaned up. When John stepped out of the shower...Ken let the deposit with in...drain down the side of his leg and be washed away down the drain. He rinsed off again and stepped out to dry off. John walked over to him and embraced him...holding him close for a few minutes...then separating to get dressed in shorts and tee shirts. Neither put on underwear or socks.

Turning and looking at John, Ken said, "Little brother...it is going to be a great day.