From Ned’s Collection
The Coach and the Snowstorm
Chapter 4

This is a story based upon real events and can be considered as totally true. It happened pretty much this way.

“More?” I groaned good naturedly. Coach smiled back and said, “Yep. Surely you are not telling me the young stud is out of ammunition! We don’t get this kind of fun every day and we have to leave tomorrow.” My hormones were obviously boiling in good shape. I could already feel my dick rising and my balls twitching as I slipped on my white jockeys. “Sure,” I said, “let’s go find some hot cock.”

After wolfing down some food at Steak ‘n Shake, Coach drove to a bar, which was poorly lit on a back street. The inside was no better, and we didn’t stay. The next bar was just the opposite, wall to wall with customers, mixed guys and gals, and very much the college trade. Coach shook he head, and we left for the third strike. It was more of a home run.

We struck up conversation with a lot of different guys in the crowded bar, and some were interested in pursuing something physical and others were just curious as to who we were, just small talk. My stomach sank a few times as I would hear a guy suggest that he had a place that Coach could come to, but Coach would always hug me, and tell them he already had a stud. And there were a couple that tendered invitations to me. If he had not been there, I know that I could have been pulled back more than once. Coach had made a deal with me, that we would leave together and both of us had to agree if we were going to pull someone back to the motel. I was groped more times than I could count. Coach seemed to be grinning at me all the time, and kept asking me if I were OK. I was. I was having a good time.

On one of my trips to the Men’s Room, I got in the middle of a couple of guys that were showing hard, and I sprang a boner immediately. Both of them got their hands on my cock, and I was enjoying the hell out of it when Coach came in and the action stopped. Fairly shortly after that, I got involved with a college graduate stud, age 23, and he was highly interested in me and my body. We traded gropes and he asked if I had a place. I motioned to Coach next to me, saying he was my roommate and he registered the obvious question: Does he play too? And I smiled and told him he did, and said “Hot Damn” and told me that he was ready to go when we were.

Coach had also gotten involved in a heavy conversation with a good-looking guy in his thirties, a solidly built beefy guy. Coach introduced me to Jim, a married guy out on the prowl with a free weekend. Coach had already invited him back to the room, and Jim was up for it, though he advised of inexperience, and had never been with two guys at once. However, the three of us seemed to have an easy conversation and Jim said he was ready to go. I whispered to Coach that I also had one on the line, pointed him out, and Coach said to tell him we were going