to have something to eat and for him meet us in the room in an hour. All of this scheming and planning was a bit breathtaking for me, but when I told my new friend that we would be looking for him in the motel in about an hour, he was just fine with that, “Can’t wait”.

Back in the room, Jim was more than a little skittish. “Well, what do we do now?” asked Coach who seemed to be in control, and began undressing both Jim and himself, and I followed suit. When full nudity was achieved, Jim’s cock was throbbing and nearly slapping his belly in his excitement. Both Coach and I were fondling his crotch, which was a nice big handful of meat, when Coach leaned over to kiss him. Jim withdrew and reacted strongly. “I don’t kiss”. Coach pulled away. A moment later, Coach tried again, and Jim turned his head. He never got to feel the wonderful tongue action that Coach had. But Jim was enjoying having his cock played with though he was not touching anything or anyone. Coach took one of his hands and placed in on my waving dick. Jim half-heartedly stroked me for a few moves, then dropped his hand again. “I don’t do that either,” he said softly. Coach smiled at him, holding his own big hard cock in his hand, “Want to suck on this?” Jim said, “I don’t suck.” Coach slowed everything down, and gently said to him, “Just what would please you here, Jim? Why did you come with us?”

Jim stammered and stuttered, but Coach kept encouraging him and he finally spit it out, “Well, I have not had a cock in my ass in a long time, and that is what I expect to get from a gay guy.” Coach smiled at Jim, told him to relax and he just might get what he came for, and we shifted to the bed. Jim seemed to be more content now that his wishes were known and turned face down on the bed, and Coach winked at me. With a wink and nod of his head, I retrieved the lube and condoms, and also remembered to get the little bottle of poppers form the mini-bar fridge. Somehow, I expected that I was going to do the top honors, but Coach simply took the lube from me and slicked up his condom and Jim’s ass and rocked himself into position. He went in slowly, inch by inch, inhaling the poppers as he went until he reached the full depth, then he stopped and rested. Jim was moaning. And writhing.

Coach just kept his position, not moving, and Jim began asking for it, softly. “Give it to me, fuck me. Please fuck me.” Coach let him beg and plead to be fucked, but not moving for a long time while Jim continued to beg, then he began, slowly at first, then a bit faster, and every plunge was deep, with each deep ram met with a gasp from Jim. Jim was now breathing heavily, catching his breath in gasps as he continued to ask Coach to do exactly what Coach was doing, to fuck him. “Fuck me more, harder.” Then with Coach throwing some violent thrusts, Jim yelled, “Oh man, I can feel you cumming inside of me.” Coach however, smiled, winked at me, nodded his head to indicate that he had not had an orgasm, and pulled out slowly. Jim was blubbering with pleasure.

Coach unrolled his condom and tossed