In my last year of high school, it finally happened. I grew up in a smallish town Southern Ontario and I was convinced that I was the only one who felt this way in the whole place. It was a good thing my buds were into wrestling or there'd have been no way for me to get out my sexual aggression. I'd always had a crush on one of them. James. He was on my rugby team. It's why I'd joined…anything to get in a scrum with him, hehe. He was a bigger guy, six foot, at least 250 lbs, built like an elephant with the 'trunk' somewhere else. He had glorious brown locks that were never tamed, a bushy goatee, and two big brown doe eyes. I couldn't even shower with him or I'd have given the game away. I had to wear two pairs of underwear to hide the chub I'd get whenever he talked to me. I'd always been a small guy. I was only 5'6", 200lbs. but I was a ball of fur, and muscle. I'd had a full beard since grade eleven. We'd been friends since the beginning of high school. Coming from a small town you end up knowing everyone, but in my final year I had made it into his core group of friends. We hang out and drink on the weekends. We take our dirt bikes through the woods until we were filled with mud, then we'd clean off in the pond by the tracks. He'd usually go right down to his boxers and waltz right into the water like he owned the place. But then, I guess he did.

This one day after practice when I was pretending not to look at him in the shower the coach caught me. I tried not to look guilty but I instantly turned bright pink and looked at my feet. Coach Sam had always been a cool guy, he'd let us rent porn in the hotels on road trips, or let us drink on the bus, but he was very much a man's man. He got up from where he was sitting and came over to me.

"Nick?" I didn't answer. I just kept looking at my feet pretending to do up my shoe. "Nick?"

"Yes coach Sam?" To make things worse I had always had a crush on him too. He was so masculine he even smelt like axle grease.

"I think we have to have a talk. Would you come to my office in half an hour?"

I was mortified. I couldn't look up. My head was flooding with all the things that might happen. What if he told my mother. My father. This was a small town- everyone would know. How could he do this too me. There were not gay people in this entire place. I'd be alienated, ostracized forever. I just nodded in response. He started to leave the dressing room and then turned back. "And tell James I'd like to see him too." My heart dropped. He left the change room. I sat there staring at my feet not moving for a minute straight. I don't think I breathed once. I felt something smack my arm. It was a half dressed James.

"Hey space case, c'mon back."

"I guess I zoned out there for a second." My voice cracked.

"Goin' through puberty again there. You'd thing a guy who has a beard as thick as yours woulda' hit by now." I tried to laugh, but didn't manage.

"Uh, coach wants to see us in a half hour."

"What for?"

"I don't know. He just said to meet him in his office." I picked up my stuff and started to walk out of the change room.

"Hey man, where you goin'?"

"I gotta go do something. I'll meet you there."

"Alright. Later."

As soon as I was out I started running. I ran through the halls and headed for the door. I was terrified. Why did I say anything at all. Why didn't I just not show up? What was I going to do!?! I sat down on the big grassy hill behind the school and started to cry. Why did I look at him? Why couldn't I have just kept my feelings to myself? Why did coach have to catch me? I didn't know what to do. I sat there balling, wondering about what would happen. Who he'd tell. It wouldn't matter. James would never talk to me again, and he'd tell everyone in school. I had to persuade coach from telling anyone, especially James. I let the hill and went running back towards the school. I tore down the halls knocking people out of my way as I went. I could only hope that coach was in his office. I made it to the door. I could hear him talking with someone. I barged in. he was on the phone. He looked a little alarmed, then motioned for me to sit down. Was he calling my mother? She probably wouldn't be home from work yet. I tried to listen to get the just of the conversation. "Alright frank. So tomorrow then? Yes, I have to go right now, I have someone here I need to talk to. Right. Tomorrow at eight then. Alright. Good-bye." He hung up the phone and looked at me. I didn't give him the chance to speak. "Please coach oh please don't tell. You don't know what will happen. Please." I was already blubbering. "I go get help. I'll do whatever you want me to do, but please don't tell anyone." He looked at me from across his desk. He offered no sympathy.

"Where's James?"

"I don't know."

"I asked you to tell him to come."

"I did, I just came early so I could talk to you, and maybe convince you to…" just then there was a knock at the door. I wiped my tears away and tried to compose myself so James wouldn't suspect anything.

"Coach?" It was James' voice coming from outside.

"Come on in James." The door opened and in he walked.

"Hey coach, hey Nick. What's up?"

"James, are you doing anything after school today?"

"No."

"Do you want a ride home?" The coach had given James a ride home since grade ten. They lived three houses down from each other.

"Sure."

"We just need to make a quick stop first. Nick's getting a ride today too."

"Alright."

We all piled into the front seat of Coach's truck. I had no idea what he had planned. Was he going to wait for my mom to get home? What if my dad was there already? My heart was beating so hard I started to sweat noticeably.

"What's wrong with you?" James asked.

"Nothing."

"He's nervous." My heart dropped again. Coach was gonna out me right there.

"Why are you nervous?"

"I caught him looking at you in the shower after practice today." Silence. The world stopped and I blocked out everything waiting for what James was going to say or do next. But nothing happened. He just sat there. I couldn't even look up to see the expression on his face. It went on like this. On and on. No one said anything.

The car stopped. I was still looking down and no one else was talking. Coach shut the car off. They didn't open the doors. I looked up to see what was happening. We weren't at my house. We were in front of the coach's. Then I felt James touch my thigh. I froze. Then coach touched the other one. I started to shake. James turned to me.

"Why don't we go inside?" I was dumbfounded. I began to grow. They both got out of the car, and I slowly behind them. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Coach unlocked the door and we all went inside. They both took off their shoes and headed upstairs. I followed suit. My heart pounding now for an altogether different reason. They went down the hall and into one of the rooms. I followed. They lay down on either side of the bed. I stood at the foot.

"There's room for three." A smile like I've never seen creped over James' face. I just stood there, too elated to move. Then James reached his hand out across the bed and untucked coach's shirt from his pants. I then saw it creep up his chest and find his nipple. The base of his hairy belly was exposed by the shirt being tugged up by James' arm and I could see his belly button poking out from underneath. The coach let out a groan. A big, loud, manly groan. He reached out and grabbed James' face and pulled it towards him. He was very strong. He kissed him full on the mouth. I could hear their whiskers rubbing together, calling me in. Coach lifted James' arms over his head and aggressively pulled his shirt over his head. He kissed James again, then headed south towards his nipple. The slurp was followed by a groan and I felt myself groan too. They both looked over at me.

"I do have another nipple here Nic." I didn't need to be asked twice. I jumped on top of him and began licking like a pig. It had a musty taste like sweat and salt. I looked over and saw coach enjoying the nipple beside me. He opened his eyes and saw me. Then he grabbed my head and kissed my face. I felt his hot tongue in my mouth and my beard rubbing across his. I felt like I was going to explode right there. Then James pushed him off. I looked over to see why. "Oh no, He's mine coach, all mine." Then that beautiful bear put his hands on my ass and pulled me up to his face. He pushed his crotch into me and I felt the stab of his tongue, and his cock. Coach climbed on top and started grinding. I could feel his erection pushing against my ass. I felt the weigh of him on me and I started to leak pre-cum all over my underwear. We all started moaning with pleasure. James reached over me and pulled coach's shirt off his body. Then coach grabbed me from behind and pulled mine off. I could feel the hair of James' chest against mine. I could feel his hard nipples against my skin. Coach reached around and grabbed my tits. I called out loudly as I felt a surge of feeling shoot through my body. I started to pant and they could both see I was close.

"Not yet. We've got plenty more to show you." Coach got off and James rolled me between them. They both reached for their crotch and started to rub themselves thought their pants. I did the same. Then I felt James' hand on mine. He pushed it and pulled it, then slipped it right inside. He then reached for my fly and undid the button. Him and coach slowly pulled my jeans down revealing a pair of wet and sticky white boxers.

"Did you do already?"

"No"

"Man, you're leaking like a fire hose." They both grabbed undid their own pants and pulled them down and off. I could see the mostly naked bodies of two gorgeous men lying beside me. They moved in closer on either side of me and began grinding their crotches into my hips. They grabbed each other's heads towards me and started to lick and kiss my face and each other's. They moved their legs and each half mounted me. I could feel their throbbing cocks pressed against me. I slid a hand down the back of each of their underwear and grabbed tightly.

"Now you're getting it." They rocked back and forth over me as I guided them, ass in hand. Harder, and faster. Their breath quickened with the pace. They began kissing and licking each other wildly. They turned to my nipples with slurps and little bites. I moaned, they moaned louder. I felt James creeping his way down the back of my underwear. He grabbed my ass in his big rough hand. Then all of a sudden James slid down and off me. Coach fully mounted me with his crotch at me belly button. He shoved his sweaty, hairy chest against my face. I felt James grab my other ass cheek, then pull my underwear down with his mouth. I felt the fur of his face against my cock. I began madly his coach's chest. Then I felt my dick plunge down into James' wet waiting mouth. He took me all the way down to the base. I could feel his tongue press up against the underside of my cock. I could feel him taking me past his tonsils, down into throat. I felt his goatee merge with my pubic hair…then I let out a growl from the pit of my stomach. My back arched and I began buck my hips wildly. I felt something hit me inside my head so hard that I almost blacked out…and pleasure…pleasure streaming through me. I could feel everything: Coach's ball sack hitting my chest, the under part of his belly resting on my chin, James' arms steadying my torso, the cum flowing out of my rigid cock into James' waiting mouth, the feeling of leaving my body. It lasted forever. It shut everything else out. The smell of hot man was in my nostrils, the feeling of hair and sweat was stretched all over my body. Then coach rolled off me. I shut my eyes in an attempt to recover from what just happened. My body went limp as the world seemed to be dimming. I could feel James begin to creep up my body. He lay half on me and moved his mouth next to me ear. I could feel the hairs tickling my face.

"Now, It's my turn Nicky." And I instantly began to get hard again.