buddies, but he would occasionally say, ”That sounds like Bob” or “bet a dollar that is the Conolly kid”, but he never pressed for details.

The drive seemed to take a long time, and Coach commented that we ought to grab a bit to eat before checking in and kidded that he thought we might not ever surface for food once we got our clothes off. But we were too much of horndogs to eat and we checked right in. Coach stripped down to his jockeys with his prick steadily growing. He offered me a chance to shower “first”. I dried off and lay down on the bed, my dick waving at the ceiling. He had running commentary of how much he was going to enjoy fucking that.

As I watched him walk around the room, nude, his muscular body was an increasing turn on, watching his wide shoulders and narrow hips, with perfectly rounded globes of ass cheeks that were actually quite small for the big and tall man that he was. Like two bowling balls. They were “buns of steel” and the glute muscles actually rippled when he tightened and flexed his butt. Out of the shower, he toweled off in an erotic tease, teasing me with the deliberate slowness as well as the deliberate erotic moves. He turned the lights off except for the light in the bathroom, as he headed for me, saying one more time, “I cannot tell you how much I want you to fuck me.”

I was on my back as he crawled onto the bed, and he straddled me, his knees locking into my armpits as his strong and long legs pressed my body in a vise like grip. He had lube in his hand that he used to lube my cock, and he whispered to me that he had “already pre-lubed” himself as he positioned my dick to enter him. He sat down on me, slowly at first, grimacing some, but obviously determined. As his sphincter relaxed, he opened all the way and sat his body down on my cock, completely buried inside of him. I thought that I would surely go into an erotic trance, since the feeling was so wonderful and yet so intensely demanding for male to male movement.

He kept me quiet, telling me not to move. “Not yet, not yet,” he whispered. He also gave out a few more loud raspy whispers of, “Oh yea, man, this is so fucking hot! Fuck yea. You are going to FUCK YOUR COACH!” My mind also kept hearing the echo, “What if I told you that your Coach wanted to bottom for you, and wants that very, very much. Could you handle that?” Well, we were handling it now! And he was not the only one who wanted it.

Novice though I might have been, and expert that he might have been, the sensual forces took over as we quickly found a matching rhythmic pattern, rocking together, moving together, man to man fucking. Coach raised both arms over his head, and waved them in synch to our fucking groin movements, like a wild cowboy riding a wild stallion. The visual of him, with his impressive muscular chest and arms waving as he bucked up and down on my cock was as erotic a visual as I could ever have fantasized, and it was really happening.

When I told him I could not hold off and that he was going to have to take my load, he asked