Hi, remember me, Wolf, the guy that teaches English as a Second Language in Chiang Mai, that city in North Thailand. I told about one of my encounters in a narration entitled Foxes and Wolves, and the introductory stuff is there.

Anyway, I said besides teaching English at a small accredited International School in Chiang Mai, I coach basketball. This is essentially a joke. Chiang Mai is a large Thai city but doesn't have that large a foreign population. Yet, it supports four International schools. One way to maintain an economically viable enrollment is to have a guy like me teaching ESL. This is in hopes well heeled Thais will enroll their kids in order to get them a better education than the rote- style state education, or that offered at the fancier private prep schools in town.

The school can't afford an accredited physical education teacher, but tries to maintain a competitive sports program. To that end, various teachers are called upon to coach sports for which they are, at best, minimally qualified. That certainly applied to me. I am the boy's basketball coach by virtue of being tall, and having played competitive high school basketball. Third string bench sitting was more my speed than knowing how to play much less coach effectively, but I do my best.

My team, all eight of them, is made up of mostly Foreign Service couch potato brats, and out of shape. I had taken to having them run laps around the school playing field as part of practice to try to get them into shape. Being democratic by nature, I ran with them. Since I did most of my aerobic exercise on stationary machines at my gym, I had lost the knack, and some of the endurance needed for field running. I had taken to distance running on the weekends to remedy this lack. I hated running laps in general, so I did my weekend running at various scenic venues around the city and environs. I usually tried to choose places that offered more of interest than a pleasant place to run. One of these was Wat U-Mong.

Wat U-Mong was one of the few prominent Buddhist temples in the city that had buildings or structures older than one hundred years or so. It had the usual complement of devotional buildings and other structures common to a temple compound, which were architecturally undistinguished. But some three hundred or more years in the past, a king of Chiang Mai had had an artificial underground structure in the form of a series of cells with connecting tunnels built for the meditation activities of venerated monks. These subterranean cells were intended to emulate the forest caves in which the disciples of the Buddha had meditated on his teachings. The temple's name, U-Mong, derived from the literary Thai word for 'tunnel' or 'cave'.

The temple was also situated in very spacious, semi-forested grounds and had the most extensive lending library of works having to do with Buddhism in the city, including works in English. Exercising there, I could see the sights, check out something on religious culture to read, and run my laps in the pleasantly bucolic grounds. The temple environs bordered on National Park territory, so although they were inside the city limits they gave a sense of being rural and isolated.

On a pleasant Saturday afternoon I cycled up to the temple to run. In deference to the Thai disapproval of people wearing brief shorts or tank tops in public, and especially in or around a religious site, I wore a light long-sleeved warm-up jacket and long, light cotton pants over my running kit. I had a roomy shoulder bag to keep the things in while I was running as well a sports drink and other items. I checked out the library, which was deserted save for the drowsy librarian, and then walked up to the far edge of the temple grounds, where I liked to start my run. The spot was as far away from the temple building complex and 'cave' structures as one could get. I felt it a safe spot both to strip to my kit and store my stuff. My running route was enough away from the temple and the little one-room cottages where the monks lived that I didn't think the brief attire would offend anyone.

My starting spot was located next to a seemingly unused irrigation or water storage tank, overgrown with water lilies and containing a few somnolent carp. I entered a fairly dense copse of bamboo-like reeds that grew next to the tank. I had stowed my bag, and was stripping off my warm-up gear when I was startled by the snapping sound of someone or something stepping on a dry twig.

I spun around, with my warm-up pants bunched just below my knees, and was confronted by a farang (refresher course: Thai for 'foreigner') standing about ten feet away, close to the edge of the tank. He held one arm raised in a kind of calming gesture and said, "hey, sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you."

I straightened up, and immediately felt foolish about my half-lowered pants. "That's ok, it's just that people who come to the temple and all don't usually come up this far."

I flopped down onto the ground and started to pull the legs of my light pants off over my running shoes as the stranger approached. The sun had been behind him as he came closer, and I hadn't been able to make out anything about his appearance. When he got into the shade of the reeds, my first impression was martial. He was one of those blond men who goes gray early. The most compellingly noticeable feature about him was a thick military brush cut of light blond and silver-gray hair combined, and a thick and prominent but well-trimmed mustache of the same mixed color, both of which bristled commandingly. His hair and facial foliage contrasted strikingly with an even, deep tan that covered all of his visible skin, from his hairline down, which was considerable. He wore only a loose running jersey, brief running shorts, and running shoes with his white tube socks rolled at the ankle. He carried a shoulder bag nearly as large as mine.

By this time I had managed to remove my covering trousers and stood up . "I asked at the hotel where a nice place to go running was," he said. "After I nixed the university playing field, they suggested this, whatchacallit, Wat You-Mung." I winced inwardly at his American pronunciation.

"It's a nice place to run, that's why I come here," I said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I mean, after that taxi contraption left me off, I came up the drive. And, well, those guys in the yellow robes…"

"Monks," I interjected, "Buddhist monks, this is a temple."

"Yeah, monks, and some other Thais gave me really dirty looks. I saw you suited up like you were going to run. You looked purposeful and like you knew what you were doing, so I just sorta followed. I didn't know why I'd upset the monks and the others and…"

I held up my hand, "no reason you should have, ah…this is silly. My name's Wolf, and you're? "Oh, name's Jake, plain Jake. Got a longer handle but when I was special ops we kept it short." "Special ops?"

"You know, special operations, I was career army. Just retired and was visiting some of the places of my misspent youth. Was on a joint training exercise here in Chiang Mai with the Thai military some years back. That was wild, so just came back to reminisce."

"Name' Wolf," I said, "I teach English locally. The people at your hotel should have told you the Thai are somewhat offended by people wearing something as brief as running clothes in public, and especially close to a temple." I held up my long trousers, "that's why I wear these and a warm-up jacket." I paused, "do you have trousers like these, or a warm-jacket with you?"

He smiled sheepishly, showing even white teeth that also contrasted with his deep tan. He lifted the strap of his bag off his shoulder, "Ah no, I just got some Gatorade, a bottle of water, sunscreen, small stuff. Had to use my carryon as a gym bag, 'cause it's all I have."

Jake interested me, and I gave him that shade of eye contact a beat or two longer than was considered seemly. He met my gaze, but I was unable to read his response. "What do you say we run together and I'll give you my warm-up jacket to wear to get out of here. I'm about as smooth as the Thais and my tank top should be ok, or more ok than…"

I just gestured at him. His body matched the soldierly image he'd confirmed. Although he was short, no more than five-six or so, his frame had the pleasing, even proportions that usually we tall guys monopolize. And muscular, he had broad shoulders and his prominent, well-developed pecs were obvious despite his loose jersey. What I had been alluding to was his hirsuteness. An uneven pelt of light brown hair started at his throat and disappeared into his jersey, and a lighter but prominent covering showed above the scooped back of the shirt. A few silver hairs were interspersed, like flecks of snow in his fur.

He glanced down at his curling chest hair, and back at me. "Ah, I guess I see what you mean. That would be fine, it's nice to have a buddy to run with. And, I guess you know there to run here, anyway."

I nodded. Gesturing to the bluff above the tank that was covered with the small monks' cabins I said, "we need to avoid those little houses, and the temple buildings. Come on let's stretch and get going."

"Will our stuff be safe here?"

I replied, "I've never seen anyone come up this far and no one has ever disturbed my bag the times I've run here," I replied.

We both commenced runners' stretches, both standing and seated. I used the opportunity to covertly admire Jake's body as various portions of his fine musculature were outlined tightly by his running gear during his contortions. I quickly shifted my gaze to my foot during a hamstring stretch when I noticed he seemed to be doing the same. When he started to simply shake out his limbs I decided it was time to run.

I stood up and shook myself out too. "How far do usually run?" he asked.

I shrugged, "usually until I'm winded. I don't have a pace meter, so I don't know how far my course is here."

"Up to you," he said and simply took off.

I quickly caught up and we ran easily through along the border of the temple grounds, dodging the frequent second-growth trees. In motion, Jake was a fine sight. Despite my longer stride, Jake kept up easily and simply loped along indefatigably, like an animal used to constant, untiring motion. As we rounded the third and then fourth lap of my course through the grounds, I began to tire and Jake it seemed did not. As we ran, it seemed our gazes crossed, glancing at each other. On the fifth lap, Jake started to pull easily ahead and while I admired the easy play of his disciplined muscles as he ran, I knew I couldn't finish another lap.

As we came abreast of the copse of reeds where our bags were, I stopped and gasped, "hey, Jake, I'm beat."

He stopped short and gave a little leap into the air, as if to brake himself. He turned and came back to where I stood bent and clutching my knees while I panted. I looked up as he approached. Despite the fact his jersey was plastered to his chest with sweat, he looked he wasn't winded and ready for another five laps.

I straightened up and we walked into the copse where he had stashed our bags. I extracted my local sports drink from my own bag and turned around. Jake had removed his sodden jersey and hung it on a short reed, and had his head thrown back while gulping water from a plastic bottle. I stopped short, as the sight of him stripped to the waist, with his chest fur curled odd ways by sweat was arresting.

He took note of me and lowered the bottle. "Did you bring any water?" he asked simply.

I shook my hand and raised the pop-top can of sports drink, "no, only this."

He came over to me, proffering the bottle. "Have some then, hydrate yourself before topping off the electrolytes."

I took the bottle and started to drink, while Jake remained in disturbingly close and virile proximity. I froze when his hard, callused hands reached under the tail of my own singlet and grasped my waist. As I lowered the water bottle, he took it with one hand and raised the tail of my jersey up to my chin with the other, obliging me to remove it.

While I pulled my jersey up and off, Jake put the water bottle down in the dirt. I threw my jersey onto my gym bag, and when I turned back to Jake, he ran his hands down the sides of my body. "Oh my, nothing like a bit of exertion and youth to make a man hot." He pulled me close to him, licked a bit of sweat off my bare chest, and tongued my nipple hard lustfully.

I was melting, but managed, "J-Jake, I, I-I, ah."

Jake said nothing, but continued to tongue my nipple and grasped one of my hands, guiding it into the waistband of his running shorts and then into his tight support briefs. My hand encountered a resolutely rock hard erection constrained by the fabric of his underpants. I grasped it, began to caress it and his balls-and shuddered when he cupped my own raging hardon, first outside my own shorts, and then reached in to similarly caress me. He grasped me closer and continued to tongue and lick my chest and nipples while his hand worked arousingly.

We clinched like this for a bit, then Jake pulled my head down and began to kiss me, roughly and provokingly. My head was spinning I was so turned on, and his bristly, luxuriant mustache tickled me unmercifully. Suddenly his hand ran down my back in a commanding gesture he jerked my shorts and support, and his won with his other hand, down around our thighs. In the tight clinch our cocks touched and rubbed and I so hot I didn't know what to do.

Finally he broke away, began to jerk his remaining running gear off over his shoes, and gave me an imperative gesture to do the same. When I was naked except for my shoes, Jake approached like an animal on the prowl. His thick, hooded cock stood up from body at a forty-five degree angle. He was magnificent. He came over to me, glanced around the small clearing in the reeds, and gestured with his chin at a small scrub tree that broke the stand of reeds slightly.

He pulled me by the hand and led me to the tree. "Turn around kid, yeah, like that, good, damn, you've got me so hot I need it, now."

His voice was low and throaty. He had me facing the tree, with him standing behind me. I heard him hawk and spit, and suddenly his fingers were between my cheeks applying the spit to my anus and massaging me somewhat roughly. "Yeah," he half-growled, "that's good, relax a bit. Yes."

He put both of his rough hands on my hips and pushed downwards. "Bend those knees, boy, you're a deal taller than I am."

I grasped the tree trunk and bent my knees awkwardly, bending forward slightly. Jake pressed himself forward, and began rubbing his hard cock in my crack. I heard him spit again, and glanced back to see him applying the glistening spittle to the swollen head of his cock. He bent over me, his sweaty chest hair tickling my back. I heard his low voice over my shoulder, "bend a bit over, yes, and the knees, just a bit more, that's it."

One of his hands grasped my hip, and I felt the other against my ass as he guided the head of his cock in. I tensed at the invasion and then grunted loudly as he took me to the hilt with no overture. He seemed to pause for a moment to savor the feel of his cock full in my ass. He then began to fuck me with long, slow strokes, withdrawing almost all of his cock and then sliding it home. The wicked upward thrust of his hips as he took me, lifted me on my knees as he buried himself in me once more.

The urgency of the initiation of the sex, the exposure of our position and simple fear of being discovered, and Jake's size had me teetering between intense pleasure and pain. Despite this, I found myself responding. I reached back with my long arms to grip his hips to urge him on, and tried to work my inward muscles on his thick thrusting cock. Our bodies rocked in unison as he thrust away. "Oh shit, Jake," I managed to pant, "you're good, unh, and, ugh, yeah, big!"

"Yeah, kid," he growled, upping the pace, "I've been popular that way for years. Damn, if this fine ass of yours isn't reminding my prick there's something in my balls that wants, oh shit, Out!"

He jammed his cock in full and I felt him shudder as he came. When he was finally spent, he withdrew. I was glad I was holding on to a tree, as the urgency of his climax almost bowled me over. He kind of staggered a couple of steps backwards and I turned around.

He righted himself and smiled, while his cock softened. "Look at you, all hard up and nowhere to go."

I glanced down at my own unfulfilled raging erection and shrugged. The force of his al fresco fucking had left my rear end resonating, and I had had my own sort of satisfaction. He smiled ferally and pushed me down until I was sitting against the trunk of the small tree I'd leaned against while he reamed me. Without a word he took my cock deep-throat and began to suck me with supreme skill.

My head spun as his mouth worked my cock like a vacuum, the fringe of his thick mustache tickling my skin as a sideshow. I ceased to worry about discovery, and used every ounce of will to hold on and enjoy head that was close to an art form.

Jake's hard hands were caressing every portion of my surrounding anatomy in his insidious efforts to urge me onwards. My resolve was broken when one of his hard, callused fingers found it's way into my well-used rear end and he began doing something with his tongue that was so deliciously evil it had to be illegal in developed countries. I managed to gulp, "J-Jake, I'm coming," and let loose as he brought me to a tumultuous orgasm.

Jake never released my cock while I came, increasing the intensity of my pleasure. When I was finally spent, Jake loosed my softening cock and spat out what portion of my load he hadn't swallowed. He smiled and reached for the water bottle that wasn't yet empty. "Damn, I forget what cummers you youngies are."

He stood and looked around. "Good choice of places to run, kid. We haven't been found yet."

We both started gathering our hastily discarded running gear.

I pulled on my cotton trousers. Jake had replaced his running shorts, then took one look at his totally wet jersey and thrust it into his bag. "What about that jacket?"

I gave Jake my warm-up jacket, and the effect was either comical or inadequate depending on one's point of view. The tail hung down way over his ass and he had to roll double cuffs with the sleeves, but he could only get the zipper halfway up his substantial chest and shoulders. This left a large vee of curling blond/gray chest hair bristling out. I decided it was more modest than his jersey and not sodden.

When we were kitted and packed, Jake approached me familiarly, putting one arm around my waist. "You fancy a bit more action like that, kid, more private-like? You've got my motors revved significantly."

I felt an active wash of lust where his had touched me. "Y-yes, at your hotel?"

Jake paused, "Shit, Wolf, I'm, ah, travelling with an army buddy. He just retired like me. Thing is, he's straight and doesn't know I'm ah."

I simply nodded.

"So anyway, he was off to that Bar Beer Center thing to have some beers and watch a game at some sports bar. But, for things the way they are, it wouldn't do for him to come back to the room and find us, ah, busy. Do you have a place?"

"I've got a pretty basic single room I call a studio apartment."

"Did you come here in one of those taxi things like I did?"

"No, I've got a small motorcycle. It'll take both of us."

Jake glanced down at my jacket inadequately zipped over his physique. "How's about you take me to my hotel for just enough time for me to get some clothes to change into, and then we'll see about chapter two?" He glanced at the small tree where we'd just comported ourselves. "I'm at the Diamond Hotel, on the river." p I nodded. We found our way down to cycle parking at the temple entrance. Jake got on pillion and I took him to his hotel. The Diamond was an older hotel near the city center, located on the Ping River that bisects Chiang Mai. The management had built a luxurious new riverside wing some years before.

I parked in a discreet parking lot to the side of the hotel. Jake strode off briskly and returned in a remarkably short period of time, clad as before and still carrying his gym bag. Getting onto the cycle he said, "I just grabbed some clothes and a towel. Thought I could shower at your place. I mean, I didn't want to keep you waiting and no use alerting my buddy to stuff if he came back unexpectedly anyway."

I started the engine and we left his hotel. The Diamond was a short distance from the Thai dormitory I called home on the main drag, Tha Phae Rd. As we climbed the outside stairway to where my room was I said, "It's basic, but it's got a big bed."

Jake was ahead of me and just smiled over his shoulder. I unlocked the door and before I could say anything, Jake barged in and banged his head into the clothes wardrobe I had arranged so it blocked the view of, and access to the room. One had to detour through a small corridor formed by the furniture to enter my room.

Jake was rubbing his chin. "Sorry, put that thing there for privacy in case anyone comes to the door," I apologized.

Inside, Jake took in my Spartan quarters. "I've stayed in a lot more basic in my career."

During the trip over, I had mentally run over possibilities and decided, recently spent as we were, joint bathing had little in the way of erotic interest, and was crowded in my basic Thai bathroom. Jake had put his bag on the bed and extracted a hotel towel he'd brought. He turned to me, looking expectant.

"Bath's in there," I pointed. Turn on the electric water heater thing to the temp you like and it's all yours."

Jake stripped, handing me my now sweaty jacket somewhat sheepishly. As he padded purposefully into the bathroom, I admired his muscular, hirsute nakedness. While Jake bathed, I pulled a couple of numbers made of cigarettes repacked with the tobacco mixed with potent marijuana I obtained at a Thai/Burmese border town out of a drawer and lit up. I supposed absently, as the excellent stuff took effect, that I should have talked to Jake. But under any circumstances it made me horny and sex nearly transcendent.

"Do I smell the devil weed, you resourceful young pup?" Jake called from the bathroom. The sound of the shower stopped and Jake emerged, drying himself briskly.

I handed him the half-finished number. "You do indeed, chief petty officer." I looked at him inquiringly, and he nodded. "Finish this while I shower, and there's more if we need it," I nodded at the second number on the headboard.

I entered the bathroom. The ride on the cycle had largely dried my sweaty body. I bathed quickly and reentered the room, a largish towel wrapped around my waist. I felt refreshed and pleasantly lustful. I was about to join Jake on the bed when there was an inopportune knock at the door.

"Expecting someone?" Jake asked.

I shook my head and headed for the door. Slipping around the wardrobe, I was glad for the intended privacy it provided, under the circumstances. I cracked the door open and was shocked to see one of my basketball team members, a boy named Ted. I had unwisely taken up with him when he crawled into my bed during an away basketball tournament. I consoled myself with the fact he was eighteen, although the Thai consent age was sixteen. In a large small town like Chiang Mai, fooling around with one's student could be fatal professionally and in terms of reputation.

"Ted, what the hell are you doing here?" I managed to exclaim as the boy pushed his way into the cramped corridor. "I told you never to come over here in the daytime, especially on weekends!"

"Aw coach, my parents are golfing out in Sankamphaeng, and I could get away without explanations. And, I just sort of wanted, needed…"

Tall as I am, Ted, topped me by almost four inches and was strong. He was trying to ease us both into the room, and I found my defenses fuddled by being stoned and the fact the boy had reached into my towel and was fondling my hardening cock. We rounded the side of the wardrobe and by that time Ted had his sports shirt unbuttoned to his navel and my towel in his other hand. He stopped short at the sight of Jake, who was stubbing out the first number in an ashtray, lying comfortably naked on the bed.

"Ted, I tried to tell you I, ah, have…"

Damn, Wolf," Jake interjected, "you seem to have a talent for interesting complications."

Ted turned and looked back at me slyly. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on my desk chair. "Gosh, coach, you certainly do like them hairy."

Ted was conventionally handsome in a late adolescent way, but precociously virile. His slender, muscular chest was covered with a burgeoning light brown pelt that I had foolishly told him was a major personal turnon. His only male experience had been highly circumspect fooling around with his few known gay classmates and his carefully arranged trysts with me in my room. He had become very forward, sexually, and exceptionally interested in the unexperienced complications I told him adult males with their own place could get into.

As I stood by, both aroused and embarrassed, Ted lasciviously drew off his drawstring trousers and discarded them, leaving him clad only in a flaming red thong I had given him. The sight of his youthful, lean hirsute body, clad only in the ludicrous underwear with the red pouch constraining his aroused apparatus, had me fully erect. Jake's own fine endowment was pulsing to military attention as the wanton then stripped the thong down his long legs in a way that would do credit to an accomplished male stripper.

I dumbly allowed myself to be led to the bed. Ted knelt with one knee on the bed as Jake unhesitatingly reached up to caress the boy's penis. With the surging energy of youth, it stood up straight and hard against the boy's hairy belly.

"I must say, Wolf, you do come up with fine young complications," Jake said, sliding his hand between Ted's legs to fondle his tight ass. Ted shuddered.

I pushed my way onto the bed, and the three of us fell into a confused pile of mutual caresses and gropes. Somehow, we sorted ourselves into an imperfect triangle, and the room was quiet except for the sound of licks, gulps, and pleased groans. I found myself sucking Ted while he did Jake, and Jake gave me a second taste of his head wizardry. It was causing lustful fireworks in my confused brain.

Somehow we shifted and I found myself in the pleasant position of making out passionately with Ted, with Jake lying behind me. Ted and I kissed passionately while exploring each others' bodies and Jake lay in pleasingly close furry proximity, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks. I was jarred by the intrusion of one, and then two of Jake's rough stubby fingers up my hole, which caused me to do the same to Ted. Our three sets of hips started to sympathetically jerk, and Jake growled, "damn, boys, we'd better get some fucking going here."

We all quieted down, and I looked over my shoulder at Jake. "It looks like you two want to fuck, and I want to fuck Wolf. So, why don't we accomplish this all at once?"

I was about to say something when Jake assumed a commanding air, as if Ted and I were recruits on the parade ground. Jake pulled a long bolster pillow I had on the bed and arranged it lengthwise in the center. "Okay, Ted is it?" Ted nodded. "Get yourself on this face down."

Ted complied, lying prone on the bolster with the end of the pillow stopping at his waist, which left his ass slightly raised.

"Ok, Wolf, mount the boy."

I felt like I was being ordered into stud service, but chief petty officer Jake of spec. ops. was in command. I found a tube of lube in the headboard of the bed, applied it quickly and arranged myself straddling Ted's thighs. I leaned over him and used one hand to probe with my cockhead until I found my target. I eased myself in, and Ted and I groaned in unison as I slid my cock home to the hilt in his youthful, largely unused, tight ass.

Kneeling next to the pair of us, Jake arranged me, urging my torso down until I was covering Ted while supporting my weight on my elbows, and got my legs outside of and parallel to Ted's. Jake applied some of the lube to his own cock and while he did so, I thrust a few times, savoring the feeling of my aroused cock in Ted's silken passage.

Jake proceeded to straddle both our pairs of legs awkwardly, since his legs were short, and I felt myself being probed. I tensed when Jake guided the thick head of his cock into my own passage and his sizable erection filled my own ass. The feeling of being penetrated while simultaneously penetrating Ted was inexpressibly erotic.

Jake then leaned somewhat clumsily forward until I felt his hairy chest tickling my bare back. "Ok, boys, let's get this fuck sandwich moving, coordinated like."

He grasped my hip with one hand and pushed to get the two of us thrusting in unison. We were tentative at first but soon were moving in concert. The feeling of filling Ted's fine young ass with my own cock while Jake's big prick rogered mine was inexpressible. I was only worried what Jake's and my combined weight was doing to Ted, but such fears seemed pointless. The bolster seemed to make him comfortable enough, and I felt his hand on my own hip seeming to urge me on.

We moved like a well-adjusted machine. The only sounds now were those of wetly moving cocks, disjointed groans, and the counter-rhythm of Jake's heavy loose-hanging balls slapping my ass as we fucked. I was insensate to how long this went on when suddenly Jake let out a low growl, "ohhh, yess, here it comes."

He arched his back, with his weight supported on his outstretched arms, and shuddered as his orgasm poured out. When he was finished, he withdrew his cock and rolled off of the pair of us onto his back. I had an inspiration.

I rolled Ted and me off the bolster onto our sides and pushed it away. I reached over and nudged Jake's shoulder. "Jake, finish Ted off while I finish myself."

Jake comprehended my meaning and rearranged himself on the bed in an approximate sixty-nine position with Ted. He shuffled himself forward until he could begin sucking the boy's cock. At the same I raised Ted's upper thigh in the air with one hand and urged him to hold it there himself, which he did. While Jake was applying his gifted mouth to Ted's cock, I resumed fucking him vigorously while running my free hand up and down his youthfully furry chest.

Ted simply shuddered and writhed, moaning, "oh, coach, that's, it's, ohh."

In a few seconds the boy stiffened and it was obvious he was beginning to come. I began to thrust hard as the boy slumped and began to shoot into Jake's mouth. Not long afterward my own orgasm burst out, and I drained myself in Ted's ass. We shuddered together until we were both spent. Ted and I managed to relax; while Jake pulled away and used the hotel towel he'd brought to wipe his mouth. I slid my softening cock out of Ted's ass and rolled onto my own back. I glanced over when Ted moaned, "oh, shit." He was looking at his watch. "The time, coach, my parents will have finished their game. I gotta get home. I mean, it was…"

I patted Ted's shoulder. "Yes, we'll talk about what it was later. Get a move on and try to make sure no one who might talk sees you leaving."

Ted scrambled to the end of the bed and off, to retrieve his clothes. I rolled over to the side of the bed and followed Jake into the bathroom. We cleaned ourselves up.

"Damn, Wolf, talk about complications, I wouldn't mind fucking…"

I held up my hand, "The kid has to split, Jake, come on."

We reentered the room to find Ted fully dressed. He looked at us more like a shy teenager than the libidinous adolescent who had put himself into out sandwich. He gave a wave and disappeared around the side of the wardrobe.

"Well, Jake, what about another shower, early dinner, and then we'll see what's on for dessert."

Jake just smiled as I gave him a clean towel from the wardrobe.