Attending a three-way basketball tournament of Chiang Mai international schools at St. Alban's Academy on the Hang Dong-Samoeng road was not my idea of how to spend the weekend. Thailand offered more amusing pursuits. But, since I coached the school basketball team, it was necessary. The International School where I taught was small, and tried to run a seasonal sports program without the hire of a physical education major. Since I was tall, the administration figured I could coach basketball. I had played third-string varsity ball in high school but knew more of bench sitting than I did of the game. But, I faked it. Needless to say, our team was not very good.

St. Alban's was somebody's idea of what to do productively with an unproductive property. Samoeng is a middle-of-nowhere district of Chiang Mai province, about 40 km. from the city, but very scenic. It is reached by two roads running out of Chiang Mai. One traverses national park property, but the other does not. One person built a rustic resort on that road that was initially very profitable. In typical Thai fashion, five more were built so that no one made any money. One of these was a genuine class A hotel located where no tourist in his right mind would want to stay, once the momentary pleasure of the scenic mountain view had worn off. Someone with a bit if imagination and money had turned the money-losing hotel into an accredited international boarding school.

Parents of children in the international community sent their problem children to St. Alban's if they screwed up in the Bangkok international schools. Living and studying in a place 30 km. from Chiang Mai or about 20 km. from the nowhere town of Samoeng made for little trouble for the students to get into.

Despite the relatively short distance from the city, it had been arranged to have both of the city international school basketball teams and attendant staff board at the school. Well-heeled parents of participating St. Alban's students were attending as well and expected to be housed. Accommodations would be relatively crowded. I had heard that some of the teachers were being dislodged from their residential suites for the occasion. One of these was to be my roommate, a guy I had heard of but never met, one Bora Kraicik. He was Croatian and had been expected to become another Slav whiz in professional basketball, but had not made the cut. He had attended a French university so was teaching French and coaching basketball and soccer at St. Alban's.

I drove out with a teacher from the other participating school, who had a car. I didn't want to negotiate the mountain road on my small motorcycle. To get to the school one had to drive about 10 km. south on the main southern highway out of Chiang Mai and then turn off on the Samoeng road. The road passes through some rice fields and then starts to go up into the foothills. The St. Alban's property was enormous and I hated to think of how much money had been lost by its original owners.

The school gateway was on the main road, but a driveway of nearly a hundred meters ran up to the first buildings. Two blocks of what had been hotel rooms housed the students and staff, and a third had been converted to a teaching facility. The swimming pool and sports facilities of the original hotel made natural facilities for the school. An outdoor basketball court had been added. As we passed it on the way to where we were to stay, I noticed that temporary bleachers had been erected for the tournament.

It had been arranged that we coaches would arrive in advance of our teams so the protocols of access to the single court for practice and a few other details could be worked out. The accommodations were in a simple two-story block of hotel rooms. I took my small overnight bag out of the car and entered the lobby. I knew the guy standing behind the former reception or concierge's desk had to be the St. Alban's coach, Bora. He was arresting in appearance..

I'm tall, but this man was several centimeters past two meters tall. Thinking American, I figured him to about six-ten or slightly more. He was wearing a tight polo shirt and gym shorts. As might be expected for a man of his height, he was relatively slender, but his shirt outlined a tightly muscled physique. His shoulders were relatively broad, and his long torso tapered to a waist I thought couldn't be larger than twenty-eight inches.

His face might have been called conventionally good-looking, his face dominated by a slightly pug if prominent nose. Friendly blue eyes took me in from under bushy sandy brown brows. His light brown hair was buzz cut relatively long and brushed forward over a high forehead. I had to caution myself to keep from staring, as he turned me on.

He came out from behind the desk and walked over, smiling pleasantly. "Hi, I'm Bora Kraicik, and you're?"

I held out my hand to shake. "Wolfram Mutsvoll, call me Wolf."

He glanced at a clipboard he held. "You coach the Chiang Mai International team. Is your team going to give my boys a run for their money?"

"I doubt it. A guy with your background must have you team whipped into better shape than I can achieve."

"It also says here we're rooming together. Come on up to the room and get some gym gear on and I'll show you the competition. I have my guys practicing now so once the other teams arrive they can practice."

I followed him up a flight of stairs. "We're in 2E here. I'll get you a key when we go back down."

He opened the door of what was a surprisingly small and Spartan room. It had two narrow single beds, two clothes cupboards, and two small student desks.

"It isn't much, I know. I've been kicked out my suite for the duration so we bunk here. I'm afraid the students' stuff is still in the wardrobes."

"That's ok, I've only brought the stuff that's in this overnight case." pI put it on one of the beds, opened it, and extracted a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt. As I started to undress I noticed Bora watching me with a speculative look on his face. It made me wonder. When I pulled off my polo shirt he said, "you've got a nice body, do you lift weights?" "Yeah," I said, taking off my jeans before I put on the tee shirt. I wanted him to get a view of the whole package. "Do you?"

"I did once. There's some equipment left over from the hotel health spa here, but it's pretty basic."

I finished suiting up and we went downstairs. I followed him around the large swimming pool and across two tennis courts to where his team was practicing.

He had ten boys playing, which was two more than I had. My gaze was struck by one boy who, despite being high school material sported a fairly thick black mustache and had a surprising amount of hair showing on his chest above his jersey.

"You've a more international group here than my bunch. Shit, when I was in high school we couldn't have mustaches, or even grow them."

Bora nodded at the boy I had noticed. "That's Hamid. His father works in the Iranian embassy in Bangkok. It's a kind of machismo thing with them. He's hot."

"One of your best players?"

"That too."

I found his reference to the Iranian student both interesting and puzzling. It was hot, and despite watching other guys do something physical I was sweating. Bora noticed me wipe sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.

"These guys know the routine, and there's nothing much we can do until your team arrives. How about a swim to cool off?"

"Sounds great," I said, and we took off for the residence building.

In the lobby he reached behind the reception desk and gave me a key. We went up to the room. He went over to where his own overnight bag lay on the bed, opened it, and extracted some racing trunks. When he peeled off his shirt I truly had to keep from staring. The lateral muscles of his back flared out wider than his pectorals. His tightly defined pectorals were covered with a dense fall of light brown hair, with a thinner covering above it and between his shoulders. The long expanse of his abdomen was traversed by a narrow thick trail of hair that disappeared into his shorts.

He turned his back to me while he pulled off his briefs, revealing muscular, rounded cheeks, and pulled on his speedos. I belatedly remembered I was supposed to be putting on swimming trunks and rapidly undressed. When Bora turned around in the narrow space between the beds, I was halfway into mine.

I had brought loose 'baggies' since I could swim in them and when dry I could wear them as shorts in the room. I was glad I had not brought my speedos, as the sight of Bora caused me to go erect and my trunks did not make the fact as obvious as racing trunks would have. He was magnificent and the bulge in his speedos was significant.

"When does your team get here?"

"Not until five."

"We can have a dip and maybe a bit of rest before you have to practice."

I followed him to the pool. I'm not much of one for pleasure swimming and did a few laps. When I had finished my tenth I saw that Bora had already gotten out of the pool. I got out too and he tossed me a towel. I felt foolish for having forgotten one.

"Part of the local service. The little darlings' parents need to know the big bucks they pay in tuition have gone for something."

We went back to the room. I turned around to drape the towel he'd given me over the back of one of the desk chairs. When I turned back, he was standing there naked with his pendulous, thick, uncut cock half-hard. "I'm going to shower the chlorine smell off. Why don't you join me?"

I smiled, took off my swimming trunks, and followed him into the bathroom. It was a typical Thai-style bathroom with all the bathing water draining into a floor drain, and there was no bath tub or shower curtain. It was fortunate for Bora that the shower was a handset arrangement on a longish hose, or else he'd have had to hunker down seriously to get under it. He was standing, holding the shower handset with the needle spray playing on his balls and was completely hard.

Erect, his penis was as imposing as the rest of him. I thought it had to be nine inches long. He started to wet me down. "I'm glad they arranged a congenial roommate for me," he said as he began to soap and massage my shoulders. His hands were enormous, one could have held a basketball easily, and extraordinarily strong. I found myself getting incredibly turned on. I figured I had been accurately read and no words were necessary.

Bora paused to work up more lather in his hands and the soapy massage continued down my back. His hands were big enough to clasp the entire of my ass cheeks, which he did and then applied some of the thick lather between them. I could feel his hard, big cock against my back when he pulled me close to him. He pushed me until I was standing against the bathroom wall, and his hands manipulated me until I was slightly bent at the waist. "I'm glad you're tall," he said, "for someone like me this way can be very awkward."

I stiffened when he pressed the tumid head of his cock against my ring. "Relax," he said, "it makes it difficult when you're tense like this."

"I think it's going to be difficult however I am, to take that thing between your legs up my backside."

"What others have done, you can do", he said and pressed the head of his prick forward with one hand. I grunted when his cockhead popped past my last defenses. He slid his entire length home in one slow, smooth thrust until he was leaning over me full in. I had to concentrate to keep from crying out. He was as big as any I'd ever been had by.

He grasped my hips with his huge hands and began to fuck me, slowly and deliberately. I was tipped towards the pain side of the pain/pleasure spectrum. Not only was he monumentally endowed, but he had to crouch considerably to achieve union. His long thrusts up my rear were verging towards the vertical and the strength of them lifted my heels off the floor each time he plunged his cock into me.

At last, he let out a small gasp as he thrust home and I felt him shudder as he came. He stood motionless, still in me, for a time and then withdrew his cock. I moaned as his softening length slipped out of my well-used ass.

"Oh, that was good, Wolf. You're tight. I needed that. Sex isn't that easy to come by out here and I have to be discreet."

We resumed showering to wash off the soap and clean up, and I looked at my untended-to erection. Our impromptu shower sex had turned me on and I needed it too, but I didn't think Bora was the sort to entertain notions of turnabout screwing is fair play. We dried off and went into the room. I saw by my travel alarm that it was only 4:00 and wondered what to do with my hardon and an hour to kill before my team arrived.

A brief knock on the door caused Bora and me to wrap our towels around our waists. Bora answered the door and gestured for the Iranian, Hamid to come in and then closed the door. Hamid looked questioningly at Bora but said nothing. Bora's further reaction shocked me, as he grabbed my towel from around my waist, exposing my nakedness and now half-hard prick and said, "I can't give what you've come for right now, Hamid, but I think coach Wolf can."

Hamid's reaction was to rapidly divest himself of his sweaty basketball jersey, shorts and jock strap. He was a virile turnon. His slender, tautly-muscled chest and belly were half-covered by an irregular fall of curling black hair and what hung between his legs looked to match his coach's in size and dimension. He took hold of my arm, maneuvered me to sit on the edge of the bed, knelt, and began to expertly suck my cock.

The boy had moves I'd almost never encountered. He swirled his tongue around the head of my cock and ran it between the head and my distended foreskin, which almost tripped me over. As he orally pleasured my prick, I wondered how a guy who said he had to be discreet could have an afternoon sexual liaison with one of his students. I kept my sex life completely divorced from school.

Discretion, however, had nothing to do with what I intended to do with this attractive windfall. I took the boy's head in my hands and detached his talented mouth from my cock, indicating it was time to get horizontal. He flopped onto the bed on his back and raised his legs in the air until they were vertical. I fingered my target in his hairy ass.

I knelt between his raised legs and took hold of his ankles to push his knees towards his shoulders and raise his ass. I thought it funny that in his haste to get naked he had failed to remove his basketball shoes. As we got close, I decided that the scent of his drying sweat was somehow erotic. I guided my cockhead home. As I slowly thrust it in, it occurred to me that I had done nothing for lubrication, since soap had served for the shower sex. But nothing impeded my progress as I began thrusting full into the boy's receptive ass.

Bora seemed to be enjoying watching us. I glanced over to where he was sitting on the other bed. "I wish we had time so I could get it up again and do what you're doing. Give it to him hard, he likes it that way."

Given my team was scheduled to arrive at 5:00, it seemed like good advice. I began to thrust as quickly and hard as I could in the somewhat awkward position. The feeling was incredible. Hamid's reaction was to shout, "yes!", and his big cock began to ejaculate cum all over his hairy chest and mine. I leaned forward onto my arms and pushed the boy's knees further towards his shoulders with mine. I got higher on my knees and began to hammer his ass. I mentally had to check myself from shouting as my own orgasm erupted and I drained myself into the boy. When I had finished, I withdrew my spent prick and lowered the boy's legs to the bed.

As I got off the bed, Hamid said tentatively, "Coach Wolf?"

I stood up, ready to go to the bathroom. "Yes, Hamid."

"That was so good. Can we do it again, soon?"

"Sorry, Hamid," Bora said, "coach Wolf and I have to meet the other teams. We'll find another opportunity." I saw that Bora had dressed in his basketball kit and was putting on the biggest pair of high-topped trainers I had ever seen.

I went to the bathroom and quickly used the shower head arrangement to rinse the cum off my chest and clean myself off. Hamid took my place and I returned to the bedroom. I quickly dried myself, dressed, and followed Bora down to the reception area. It was fortuitous, as the rented van carrying my team pulled in at that moment.

Bora conducted the boys to their assigned dorm rooms. In the name of camaraderie, sportsmanship, and whatever, Bora had arranged the room assignments to pair up boys from different schools.

I took my bunch for our scheduled practice on the court. It was hard to concentrate on basketball after dynamite sex. As I watched my largely inept group go through dribbling and passing practice, I knew the game with St. Alban's would be a rout.

I was largely thrown together with the whole group for the rest of the day. The three teams sat mixed around three large common tables for dinner. I couldn't but help but look at Hamid, who was in close conversation with a boy named Doug from my team. I secretly lusted after the boy, but knew it would suicide to do anything about it. He was six-two and nicely built, if nothing special, but he was so fresh, young and handsome. He had dark blond hair, which he kept cut short, and a very fine facial bone structure with enviable blue eyes and an aquiline nose. It was a face where all the features went together just right.

I sat next to Bora, watching the random socializing between the boys after the meal. I asked, "how is it you say you have to be discreet, but fool around with one of the students in the afternoon?"

"Weekends the students are less supervised, and they are free to visit the masters in the residential suites upon invitation. So I keep my weekend afternoon schedule free and get it on with Hamid. It was indiscreet for him to visit under these circumstances, but you were horny and he's an exceptional lay."

"I'll say," I said, and my penis went half-hard at the memory."

Finally it was 9:00 PM, the time we had decreed for lights out. There was no place to go off-campus, except to drive all the way back to Chiang Mai, so when we had gotten the boys settled down, we headed back to our assigned room. I wondered if Bora was up for more action between us, but he calmly stripped naked and prepared for bed. He had to pull the tucked in bed sheet out, as his feet and a portion of his calves hung over the end of the bed when he was stretched out prone. He was arranging a couple of extra pillows on a straight chair pushed flush with the end of the bed to try and be able to be comfortable when there was a muffled knock at the door.

Bora leaped to the door, opened it partially and hustled in two figures who, to my total dismay, turned out to be Hamid and Doug. Doug seemed taken aback by the sight of the naked giant of a man. Hamid simply discarded his bathrobe, under which he was naked, and Bora and he collapsed together on the much too small bed, oblivious of us. Doug edged uneasily into the room, glancing both at where Hamid was eagerly sucking Bora's formidable erect cock and at me. I had stripped down to my underwear for sleeping.

"Doug, what the hell are you doing here? You could get me fired and yourself expelled."

"Listen coach, Hamid sort of figured out I'm, like, you know and we started talking about sex. When he said he'd had sex with you this afternoon, I couldn't believe it. I mean, I've had the hots for you ever since you came to teach at the school. I only went out for basketball so I could see you in shorts and a tank top. After practice I'd go home and jerk off like crazy. I want to make it with you."

I knew it was crazy but my cock had other ideas. I did mental arithmetic from what I could remember of his team profile data and was relieved to remember he'd passed his 18th birthday. I didn't intend to commit anything more serious than improper behavior with a student. I tried to rearrange my erection in my underwear. "Have you ever had sex with a man before?"

Well, there's another gay student at the school. When we've been able to get together alone, we've, like, you know." He gestured with his head at where Hamid was putting the finishing touches on Bora's cock. He watched incredulously as Hamid straddled Bora's huge muscular thighs on his knees, climbed aboard Bora's intimidating erection and took all of it up his talented backside.

Watching the steamy action of the other pair had caused the head of Doug's erection to stick out of the opening of his bath robe and I decided to throw caution to the wind. I quickly pulled the boy to me while he discarded his bathrobe on the floor. He was as good looking naked as I had imagined him to be. He had a small line of hair that went halfway up his stomach from his navel, and a small patch of hair between his pectorals. His small nipples were ringed with hair also. The contrast of the dark body hair with the blond hair on his head was striking. His penis was of moderate size but smooth and with a pronounced circumcised head. I remembered how often eighteen year olds were capable of coming and getting another erection and decided to give him a demonstration of oral sex.

I pulled him to me and managed to deep throat his modest endowment. He shuddered as I worked my mouth towards the head, teasing the shaft of his cock as I did so. As I did so I ran my finger up his modest trail and played with his sparse chest hair. He said somewhat loudly, "God, coach, that's fantastic."

I released his cock and hissed, "keep your voice down. You don't need to advertise what's going on here."

I reapplied myself to his prick. When I began sucking his balls, I could tell from his labored breathing that he was close. I took a portion of his length in my mouth and began to suck it rapidly. He groaned, his cock swelled, and his copious orgasm began to spurt. I managed to swallow all of it down. When he was finished, I released him.

"Shit, coach, that was incredible, but I didn't want to come so soon."

I got up and pushed him onto the bed. "In a kid your age, there's plenty more where that came from." I went into the bathroom, rinsed out my mouth, and used a bit of mouthwash. I wanted to go the whole route with this specimen.

When I returned I joined him on the narrow and pulled him to me. His head jerked when I began to kiss him, probing his mouth with my tongue and running my hands over his firm, young flesh. When he had gotten over the surprise of kissing a man, he began to return my attentions. He proved to be an ardent if inept kisser. When I ran my hands down his youthfully virile chest I found his depleted cock reinvigorated. He reached down and began to roughly caress my prick. I grabbed his hand and held it. "Calm down Doug, we're trying to give each other pleasure, not competing for something."

I moved to switch to a sixty-nine position. I began to suck his now less sensitive cock and he reciprocated. He was, again, enthusiastic but unskilled. "Doug, try doing some of the things I do to your cock. There's more to cocksucking than just sucking."

He began to imitate some of my tricks and picked up some skill in using his lips and tongue to arouse me. I had to rein myself in to keep from precipitously proceeding to the invasion of the boy's ass. I pulled away from him and moved towards the bathroom.

He looked chagrinned. "Are you not liking it with me?"

"Quite the opposite, but like you I don't want to come too fast. Besides, we need something to help me get my prick into your virgin bum." I hadn't figured on sex when I packed, and had brought no lube. I had, luckily, brought some hand lotion and fetched the bottle from my toilet kit. I returned to the bedroom.

Doug was watching Bora, who had changed position to cover Hamid with his big physique and was fucking him with long, methodical thrusts of his big prick.

When I rejoined him on the bed, he half-whispered, "that guy is big."

"I know," I said, opening the lotion bottle and applying some to the fingers of my right hand.

The look on Doug's face made it clear that he had inferred that I'd been fucked by Bora as well. We re-formed the sixty-nine position and I resumed my arousal of the boy's cock. He froze when I reached over and slid my first finger into his tight hole and probed.

"That hurts, coach."

"The more you tense up like this, the more it will. And my cock is bigger than one finger."

I manipulated him a bit more and he managed to relax until I slid in a second finger and probed a bit more. He tensed again and I said, "Try to concentrate on relaxing your spinchter, it will help." I felt him to be less tense and withdrew my hand.

"Let's do it, Doug."

I turned the suddenly hesitant boy over. I couldn't believe the handsome young boy in my arms was really there. I had actively fantasized about this moment while fucking various Thai boys. I squeezed a bit more hand lotion onto my left hand and reached over Doug's body to play with his prick while I applied the lube to my cock and his hole. He tensed at the feel of my probing finger and the cool lotion.

"Doug, you know it's going to hurt when I take you.. You've got to relax. If you tense and tighten your muscles it will hurt all the more and spoil this."

"Ya-yeah, coach, he half-grunted as I reached up his tight virgin ass once again with my lubed finger. His young cock was fully hard and straining in my other caressing hand.

I moved against his back. "Pull your knees up toward your chest. It will open you up good, and make this as easy as possible at the beginning."

"Ok," he said unevenly and moved in my arms, his cheeks tightening and my target springing into view. It didn't help that Hamid was moaning, with Bora covering the boy doggie fashion and fucking him for all he was worth. The sound of Bora's balls slapping aginst Hamid's ass with every stroke almost echoed through the narrow room.

I used one hand to guide my lubed prick to Doug's flower-like hole. The boy's tight hole resisted but I managed to ease the head of my cock past his ring and felt like an African explorer as my cock slowly opened up uncharted territory up the boy's tight butt.

"Ohh, yess, Coach, yes," Doug moaned as he bent further, giving my raiding cock better purchase. I was in heaven.

"Ahh, oh shit, coach, that hurts."

"Calm down, Doug, you need to get it all in before you say what hurts."

I eased the last of my length into him and just relaxed in nirvana.. I wasn't sure how long I could last with my cock in such a fine, hot ass. Nevertheless,. I began to stroke, slowly and carefully. The feeling was incredible.

"Oh, God Coach, do it. Yes, yes, oh, shit!

I needed no more encouragement. I grabbed a pillow and while arranging it under the boy's belly, turned him over prone on the bed. In position, I began to fuck the boy with not enough thought to his inexperience. It was practically divine-the boy was tight, virgin, lubricious, and as nice to look at as he was to sink my prick into. My pleasure heightened when he began to waggle his ass slightly in anticipation of my next thrust. Doug tensed when Bora stopped moving and groaned, as it was obvious he had achieved orgasm.

I wasn't far behind. I resumed thrusting, trying to make it slow and salacious, both for Doug and myself, mainly to keep from coming too fast. It didn't help, it being Doug, his first time and the situation. I rolled us back onto our sides and gave myself up, caressing my hand down his ineffably attractive, slightly hairy chest. Suddenly, the dam burst and I groaned as I poured myself into the boy.

We both finally relaxed. Doug groaned happily as I pulled out. God, coach, why didn't anybody tell me fucking could be so good?"

I was about to say something when I heard Bora's resonant bass voice. "Well, coach Wolf, how shall we rearrange things?"

"Rearrange?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I've had Hamid, You've had Hamid, I've had you, and you've had young Doug there."

The formula was leading to things I thought inadvisable. Before I could say anything, Doug shuddered and whispered, "no coach, that guy's too big." I said sotto voce, "I know, Doug." To Bora I said, "ah, Bora, that was Doug's first time. I think you're a bit well-endowed to fit in there."

Bora chuckled, "I knew that. I meant you and me. Let's let the boys play as they will and we'll do as we'd like. I suppose they could do that in their room, but it's so prurient to watch and listen to another couple fuck while you're doing it yourself."

I hedged. "I mean, I just came and…"

"Wolf, I think with a bit of rest and the four of us fooling around in this tiny room you'll get it up again just fine. I've been topping all day, I meant maybe you'd like to try an oversized basketball coach."

I seldom felt active lust, and shuddered. "Ah, yeah, that might work."

Doug looked at me over his shoulder and again half-whispered, "what does he mean?"

I nudged Doug's shoulder and said, "for the next round you team up with Hamid, and I'm going to fuck coach Bora."

Wh-what do I do with him. I mean, it's you I was hot for."

"I think Hamid is a confirmed bottom." Doug looked puzzled. "I think he simply likes to get fucked. Just do him like I just did you. Find out what fucking is like from the other perspective." I nudged him, "go get cleaned up. That bathroom is too small for two unless something is going on."

Doug padded off toward the tiny bathroom, picking up a towel from a pile Bora seemed to have presciently brought up from the swimming pool. I wondered if he had known or guessed something like this would happen. We sort of round robin cleaned up, with me last. The thought of what was waiting for me in the small bedroom had me half-hard by the time I emerged still partially wet. Hamid and Doug were in an ardent clinch that seemed to be moving toward a sixty-nine. Bora had his head propped up on his arm, watching with a half-smile on his face.

As I moved into the room Bora rolled over onto his back with his hands behind his head. The pose was inevitably sexy, as it expanded his hairy chest and showed the rest of his hirsute virility to advantage. His enormous cock was at half repose. He looked over at the boys, where Doug was busily exploring Hamid's ass, and then up at me. I moved to stand next to the ridiculously small bed, where he lay with his huge feet resting on pillows on the chair he had shoved to the end of the bed. "Ah, the ardor of youth."

I nudged him over as far as he could go on the bed and sat on the edge. I ran my hand through the fell of hair that covered his pectorals and then let my fingers trace the thick trail that traversed his improbably long torso to play with his pubic hair. "Where did you learn such good English? You're Croatian and went to school in France."

He reached over and one of his enormous hands engulfed my now rampant prick. As his own big cock began to pulse to hardness he gulped, "at the Uni in France I hung out with the American students. I wanted to play pro basketball in America and knew I had to have good English."

Since I was to be dominant for this round, I decided to be. I got forward, and moved to straddle his broad shoulders and presented my cock right over his face. He very obligingly began to suck it, very skillfully. It was one of the ludicrously lewd situations I'd ever been in. Bora's chest hair was tickling my ass while he sucked my cock, and I was treated to the sight of young Doug initiating his first fuck with Hamid. The Iranian had reached back and was helping guide Doug's turbulent young cock into his talented ass.

Bora's cocksucking was artful and I was simply enjoying it and contemplating what was the final disposition of this round. But, it seemed very one sided. I pulled away and dismounted. Given the narrow width of the mattress, one on top of another seemed the best way to go. I remounted reversed so my cock was over Bora's mouth and with a stretch down the man's incredibly long body I was able to reciprocally suck his cock. Giving the man head was as difficult for his height as the size of his cock. I had to content myself with some foreskin play and dealing with portions of his shaft. Suddenly Bora's attentions had my cock twitching in that way that one knows if one doesn't move to the main event, the prelude will have things finished first.

I decided to be blunt. "Bora."

"Mmph? he grunted with half my cock down his throat.

"I don't want to come in your mouth, let's fuck."

He released me. "How shall we accomplish this? There isn't a whole lot of room here, and as you've possibly noticed, I'm large."

"Maybe if I gained purchase spoons style and then we roll over. One on top of the other seems most efficient here."

"Sounds good." He obligingly scrunched over as far as he could on the narrow mattress and I lay down behind him. The man's size made the logistics of conjoining for sex difficult, in whatever combination. I lubed us in preparation with my ever-handy hand cream. It was ludicrous, as when I got even in preparation to enter him, my face was about even with the middle of his upper back.

Holding my cock in one hand, I probed between the muscular mounds of his buttocks to find my target. When I finally did, Bora's bass voice rumbled, "do it Wolf, fuck me."

I did it. He turned out to be ask skillful a fuckee as he was a fucker. As I slowly entered him, his inner muscles played along the length of my cock as to almost make me cum before I was fully in. I gave him a hard thrust when my length was completely ensconced, causing him to grunt slightly, and tapped his shoulder. "Slow down on the arousal, stud, I want to enjoy this." I thrust as couple of more times and said, "roll, Bora, let's roll together. I'm about to fall out of you and off this bed."

We very awkwardly rolled together, with Bora scrunching and shifting to try and get to the center of the narrow mattress, with me on top, and still keep his calves and feet on the chair at the end of the bed. We somehow managed this, but the man's size made me feel I was mountain climbing for sex. I was finally in the saddle in the superior position, prone on Bora's long, broad back. My weight seemed to bother him not a bit. I began thrusting, which felt incredible, and reached under his chest to play with his nipples, nestled in his chest hair, as we fucked. I was greeted by a bass rumble of, "umm," in response. Grunts from the other bed caused me to glance over. By coincidence, Doug had maneuvered himself and the Iranian into the same position as I was in with Bora. He had covered the hairy Hamid with his superior height and was thrusting into the boy with the speed of a jackhammer.

"Good fucking, Doug?" I asked. "God, coach, this, is, incredible." Doug's words were spaced out about one per three thrusts of his speedy young cock. If he was going to say anything else, it culminated in, "unhhh," and he collapsed over Hamid, shuddering. I assumed he had achieved another new experience of cumming into another guy's ass.

Bora's big hand reached back and tapped me on the ass, reminding me I was being remiss. I began to take him slow, with gradual, long sliding entries and equally gradual withdrawals almost to the head of my cock, before repeating the action. My action was greeted by Bora's low mutter, "yeah, Wolf, do it."

I did it. I upped the ante in speed and began to fuck the big basketball coach for all I worth. I felt that twitching at the base of my cock which heralded the arrival of orgasm, whether desired or not. Bora resumed his talented use of interior muscles around my thrusting prick, and I was tipped over. My cum erupted and I simply collapsed over Bora's muscular back as I spurted. However depleted my reserves might have been by that time, it was an uproarious orgasm. When I was spent, I just lay used up on top of Bora until he nudged me with his elbow.

I shook my head, knelt upright straddling his enormous thighs, and clumsily dismounted. Bora turned over on his side and looked inquiringly, "so how was it with an oversized Croatian?" "God, Bora, that was fine, just fine."

I looked over to the other bed where Doug was lying behind Hamid, holding him almost possessively. His face had the look of near insolence of the newly experienced, "good one, coach?"

"Good as it might be," I replied. "You guys get discreetly back to your own room, and I suggest you reserve your youthful energies for the game tomorrow. There's another day and a half of this tournament, and depending upon which teacm wins, you'll have no more requirements on your vitality for further play. Then you can play in the privacy of your room as you wish."

Doug and Hamid retrieved their bathrobes and put them on. Doug peeked out the door and the two sneaked out. I went to the bathroom, cleaned up as quickly possible, and came back to the bedroom. Bora got up and stretched, "you are certainly vigorous in the sack, Wolf. We'd better take your advice to the boys and get some sleep. Game's tomorrow morning." We did so.

As I had mentally predicted, the game was a total rout. Bora's able team ran up and down the court scoring goals as if my boys weren't there. The score was embarrassing. I did my best to console the team and retired to Bora's and my room. Doug very dangerously and indiscreetly joined me and we consoled each other horizontally in a very satisfactory manner. The four of us continued the indiscretions through the rest of the tournament. Doug even gave himself up to find out what it was like to entertain the likes of Bora up his newly road tested rear. From his strained reaction, it was educational.

I decided, returning with my fellow teacher, that the tournament hadn't been so bad after all.