Coach’s nose and Coach made a noisy inhalation and then asked for more. Erik handed him the bottle after sniffing it himself. I did not know exactly what they were doing with the bottle but I instinctively knew it was a sexual stimulant, I knew it was what was called poppers.

Erik was not slow nor easy with his entry, and his penetration went deep with the first stroke. Coach seemed to not have any difficulty, and locked his ankles around Erick’s waist as they struck up a rhythm of rocking movement. I was so turned on that I was leaking pre-cum in long strips as I watched them fuck, and Coach actually motioned for me to come closer so he could suck my dick. Just as the three of us seemed to be getting some really good action together, Erik got noisy as he filled his condom with some violent thrusting, and Coach was encouraging him to “give it all to me, more, more” as they bonded together in Erik’s orgasm.

Erik collapsed on Coach, rolled over, then disappeared into the bathroom while Coach and I did some heavy making out. We were both turned on to the highest degree of sexual heat. When neither of us could take it much longer, I crossed over between his legs, pulled them up and over my shoulders, and slammed home as hard as I could. Coach handed me the little bottle, and I sniffed my first poppers, and went into a sexual trance. I could not get enough male sex, that was my intense feeling, that I had to fuck his brains out and ram my cock as furiously as I could do.

We were oblivious to Erik who had returned and crawled onto the bed with us. I first felt his hand rubbing the cheeks of my ass as I thrust, and then I felt his fingers find my hole and he began to stroke me deep inside as I fucked Coach’s ass. I was sure that I was leaking cum by the gallons but had not yet hit the point of no return. Erik moved away from me and moved in close to Coach and placed his semi-erect cock near Coach’s mouth. When I saw Coach lean over and suck his cock, I fucked so hard that I was sure that I was going to hurt him in some way, but I simply could not get enough of his ass. I finally blew my load. And blew and blew and blew. I could feel Coach’s spurting against my chest. He whispered hoarsely, “You broke the record again.” I rolled off of him, feeling the need to sleep. I heard the door slam as Erik left.

I woke up some time later, refreshed, but it had not been a really long time, I knew that. The shower was running and I staggered into the bathroom, and pulled back the curtain. Coach was having a “wet dream” of his own, eyes closed with the water running over his body. He smiled when he saw me, and I climbed in and we showered together, silently. We got out and toweled off, and sauntered into the bedroom, which Coach had obviously cleaned up a bit while I slept. He had also opened the window to rid the room of the smell of male sex, and the cool air actually felt good and was reviving. I asked the time, and he reported it after taking a look at his watch. “We need to grab some food