said, “OK, now it is time for just you and me. These others have been fun, but this is what I want”, as he gently squeezed my hardening cock. Just then, the phone rang, and he pulled away and said, “I guess I need to answer that, it could be important.” The look of relief was immediate. “Hang on, let me check,” he said, as he covered the mouthpiece.

“You want the red-headed marine to come up? He is downstairs.” I could not hide my positive enthusiasm. Coach grinned a big grin as he turned back to the phone, “Sure, come on up.”

“Remember”, Coach admonished. “Do not blow your load unless you can save one more for me. OK?” Sure it was OK with me. But I did not know if I could. Erik was fucking hot!

Almost as soon as he hung up, the phone rang again. “What did he forget?” Coach mused, answered, and then said “Sure.” But nothing else. He hung up again, and broke out in laughter. “That was Hairy Coach Ron and he wants to come up, so I told him to come too.” I laughed too but it was bewilderment. I would never have believed this action in a million years.

Erik the red-headed marine arrived a few seconds later, with a bottle of scotch and a bucket of ice. Coach poured the three of us a drink, and the words had barely tumbled out of his mouth that we were expecting one more when Coach Ron knocked at the door. He came in, and like all of us at that point, all except Coach, looked a little confused. The scotch flowed freely, however, with the introductions and all confusion was removed as we all dropped clothes and started playing with any hard dick that was handy. A suck-fest for sure. I was incredibly turned on to the marine and his upward curved cock, his ginger red pubic hair, and could not get enough of him in my mouth. He seemed to like my cock just about as much. The two Coaches seemed to be mutually satisfying each other, when Coach voiced up, “Did anyone bring condoms?” The marine stopped sucking me long enough to pull a packet from his trousers and threw them to Coach.

Coach was taking it doggy from the Hairy Coach Ron, and Erik and I were all over each other. Finally, he got on his back, raised his legs in the air, handed me the popper bottle after a long inhale and said, “Do you know what to do now?” My big dick was inside him without further comment, and his sphincter locked tightly around my cock. I started thrusting. Erik was appreciative, “Damn, you do know what to do, don’t you. Good fucker you are!” Coach was on the other bed, getting a good doggy fuck from Ron, but he kept watching me as I fucked Erik. I knew that he was silently willing me to hold my load, and it took all that I could, but I did, pulling out when Erik loudly let his spunk fly against my chest. Coach was watching, and he smiled. Ron unloaded too, about the same time and as we had already experienced, his lust disappeared with his last spurt, and he was up and dressed and gone before any of the rest of us had gone soft.

Erik had another large scotch, then in leaden voice said, “Men, I gotta sleep” and he lay down and went