Coaching basketball at the private school where I taught English as a Second Language (ESL) in Chiang Mai was not the most amusing of my duties. I had not the nearly faintest idea of what I was supposed to teach them. I had been a third rate player in college and high school and knew more about bench sitting than basketball skills. Then Juergen showed up.

He was the son of the German consul in Chiang Mai and was the proverbial wunderkind, in all ways. Intellectually, he was light years beyond your average senior at my school. I can only surmise his father had enrolled him at my international school because it was the oldest in Chiang Mai and had a 'name'. My fellow teachers, especially those for math, science, and physics, complained bitterly they had to devise special course materials at a more than basic university level to match the boy's education. He'd followed his father's diplomatic assignments around Europe and had been to the best boarding schools in Switzerland, Austria, France, and Italy. He spoke four languages and his English was good enough, he never enrolled in my ESL courses. I was relieved.

He came into in my ken in basketball, at which he was a wizard. He was only 5'8" tall, which would have disqualified him for any inter-school competition in the USA. But he could snake down the court through defense and make shots a guy a foot taller would have had trouble making. I have no idea who had coached him, but he became less a team member than my assistant coach. He would organize drills in dribbling and passing skills I could never have devised.

The most disturbing fact was he was preternaturally handsome. His head seemed years older than his teenager's body. He had a thick head of medium brown hair which he kept cut in a simple long buzz cut, culminating in a sexy widow's peak in the middle of his forehead. His face was triangular; he had a broad forehead, prominent cheek bones, and it then it tapered to a fine if not intrusive chin. His most disturbing feature was his eyes. They were a liquid brown, deep, intelligent, darting everywhere, never at rest. Even during standardized testing for entrance to American universities his gaze was scurrying everywhere besides his answer sheet, and he was not copying others' answer sheets, just looking. My school had relaxed whatever dress code they had ever had. Juergen had a heavy beard and he was cultivating a well shaped mustache and goatee that made him only sexier. With his lithe, slim body, and the rest, the image was that of a quick, feral fox. His nickname among his fellow seniors was indeed, Fox. In keeping with his nickname, he had a feral smile he would turn on at odd moments.

One Friday at practice I perhaps praised him too much. His drills had improved the skills of my other eight players to the point that we had won a few games which, under my sole coaching, we would have otherwise lost. My lover Doug was obviously miffed. If you have read my previous tales you'd know I most imprudently had an ongoing affair with another of my senior basketball players named Doug. We went to elaborate lengths to keep it masked from general knowledge, since the 'dormitory', where I had my so-called apartment, was on the main drag of Chiang Mai, and I thought all was safe. Fool, I.

I was relaxing in my 'apartment' on a Saturday afternoon when there was a knock at the door. I started. As a result of being gay and what public knowledge of that would do to my teaching career, I seldom gave anyone my personal address. Anyone coming to visit me usually confirmed an appointment by telephone. I went around the clothes cupboard I had pushed up in front of the door to make a blind entry to my small place and opened the door. I was aghast to see Juergen.

He gave me his fox smile and, although I tried to block him, slithered past me into my place with the same grace he displayed on the basketball court. He was clad simply in a button sport shirt, draw string shorts you could get anywhere in the tourist markets, and, oddly, a cap of Confederate cut made of black leather. One would think you'd only get such an article from a fetish shop in San Francisco.

I was about to try and say, "get out", when he said with no introductory nonsense, "Doug said you were good in bed. I thought I would find out."

I was appalled. Doug and I had agreed to never speak of our 'affair' to anyone. Obviously he had violated that agreement and spoken of it to Juergen.

I was still trying to think of ways to get the boy out of my place when I was trumped. With the same dextrousnesses he displayed playing basketball, he quickly undid the buttons of his sports shirt and shed it. The team practiced in shorts and tee-shirts, so I had never seen the boy shirtless. He was beautiful in the way only the very young can be. He must have had a body fat count of zero. He was simply supple taut muscle over bone. The word skinny had no place-he was definably beautifully slim. I merely stared. He had a smattering of hair on his chest just below where it would show when he wore an open neck sport shirt, and prominent but small nipples. I knew he would mature into something I would fancy a great deal more, but the shirtless package in my place at that moment sent me totally hard.

He sauntered over to me with the same athletic grace. "You like what you see, don't you, coach Wolf?" One of the few rules enforced at the international school was that students did not address teachers by their first names. But confronted with a skulking vulpine teenager who knew exactly what he was about, I could merely gulp and blurt out, "yes." "Certain of my teachers all over Europe have liked what they saw since I was thirteen. Mmm", he finished, as he groped my obvious hardon, "Doug said you have a nice cock." I shuddered.

"Coach," he said in a dead ringer of Mae West, "That's not a gun in your pocket and I think you're glad to see me." I felt like the proverbial mouse in the hypnotic stare of the rattlesnake. We were inches apart and the boy quite unselfconsciously shed his shorts and underwear. He had a cunningly curved small cock that quite went with the rest of him. I was mesmerized. I ran my hand through the small bit of hair on the boy's chest. He tugged the hem of my tee-shirt upwards. "Don't you think you're overdressed for the occasion coach, like wearing any clothes at all?"

I was supposed to be the authority figure, but I was entirely in the thrall of this precocious teenager. While I ineptly struggled to remove my tee-shirt, Juergen deftly undid the string of my own drawstring shorts and jerked them down around my ankles. I wore no underwear at home. I threw my tee-shirt over the back of my desk chair and stepped out of my shorts. We were now both naked, face to face, and I wondered what the order of things to happen would be. Juergen was the director of this one act play for two.

The difference between our heights put Juergen's head just at a level with my throat. Showing the same roguish smile that identified him as Fox, he clasped both our cocks in one hand and began stroking while at the same time flicking his tongue cunningly over first one and then the other of my now completely hard nipples. The boy may have been eighteen or so, but he was decades ahead in sexual technique. I was melting, and all I could do was to grip his subtly rounded little ass and pull him closer to me for more of the same. After a time he let up on his nipple play, while not releasing our cocks from his grip, and said, "Don't you think we'd be happier horizontal, coach?" He gestured towards my very large Thai bed with his head. I nodded dumbly, and we both just awkwardly tumbled over the footboard of the bed onto the firm, kapok-filled mattress. I noted vaguely with some amusement that although Juergen had stripped naked, he kept his leather cap on.

I was, as the cliché goes in certain genres of novels, 'inflamed with lust' and reached to pull this lithe young package to me. He positively purred, and it was obvious he liked being an object of desire. I had no idea if Juergen was used to making out as a prelude to sex, but drew his head to mine and kissed him. He kissed back with the same developed skill he showed in most other activities. We played the tongue dance and simply caressed each other. Juergen concentrated mostly on stroking my cock in ways that almost had me cumming, but he knew just when to hold off. I, however, found an almost inexpressible pleasure in running my hands over every inch of Juergen's tight spare, body that I could reach. This ranged from flicking the whiskers of his scritchy goatee with my fingers, to rubbing his tight little nipples, to gently fingering the tight starfish between the cheeks of his fine young ass.

I was simply enjoying myself when Juergen broke off our kiss and maneuvered himself up onto his knees beside me. He ran his tongue down the center of my chest and further, ending up at my cock. He began to suck it with the same adroitness he showed in everything. I was electrified. My body tensed and I threw my arms out onto the mattress as the boy used his lips and tongue to do things I knew ought to be illegal. How long this went on, I couldn't tell. Juergen had me at a level of arousal I had seldom felt. I finally sensed that he was changing position. Without letting up on the pleasurable things he was doing to my prick, he moved so his legs were straddling my head. I grasped his ass to pull him down and engulfed his rock hard prick with my own mouth. We mutually sucked for a while when, with the ardor of youth, he began to literally fuck my mouth. I was glad he was relatively small as I could take him.

Suddenly, he stopped, climbed off my face, and knelt upright beside me. "We'd better decide who is going to do what to whom, and how, coach. Doug never said whether you top or bottom or what." The boy seemed able to astonish me further with each development of this episode. "I'm what they call versatile," I managed to say. He brightened. "Good, so am I. What do you say you fuck me, and then I'll fuck you?" Although this seemed to further reduce my status as an authority figure, I could only agree, "Ok," I said eloquently. I knelt upright as well and was reaching for some lube in a compartment in the headboard of the bed when Juergen asked, "do you rim?" I didn't usually indulge in that activity and answered cautiously, "I have." "Would you mind rimming me before you fuck me? It relaxes me, and you're fairly large anyway. I cleaned myself out especially." The prospect of fucking this fine young specimen had me inflamed, and the last statement convinced me. "Ok," was all I said.

Juergen reached and pulled my head to his and kissed me lasciviously. I could taste the preparatory secretions of my own cock on his tongue. He let off, reached for the bolster pillow from among the bed pillows, and arranged himself over it on his knees with his fine ass raised high. I knelt with my legs straddling his calves and bent over. I gently probed his tight little asshole with one finger, massaging it for some preliminary relaxation. When he had visibly relaxed I bent over and applied my tongue, first just to tickle him and when he relaxed further I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go and began to manipulate him lingually. I thrust my tongue in and out, rotated it, and whatever else I could think of. The globes of his ass literally shivered as Juergen moaned and as his muscles relaxed further "yes, coach, do it."

I did it for some time when the boy exclaimed, "Take me, fuck me, coach!" I was not averse. I decided the position he was in was just fine. I retrieved the tube of lube I had been taking from the headboard of the bed when Juergen brought up the subject of rimming, squeezed a liberal amount onto one finger and thrust it up the boy's ass, rubbing as far down as I could reach. This elicited a contented "Mmm" from the young man. I then urgently applied it to my cock.

I parted the cheeks of his fine young ass with my hands and used the fingers of one hand to guide the head of my cock into his ass. I eased myself past his ring of muscle and then slid my cock home to the hilt. This caused us both to emit a simultaneous groan of sort of "Unnh." Juergen had said he'd been having sex with teachers, and whoever else I didn't know, since he was thirteen. But his ass was as tight and hot as if he'd never been fucked. I was still for a moment, just savoring the feeling of where my cock was and the continuing level of pleasure this young fellow had provided me since we had removed our clothes. I was jarred out of my reverie by the sound of Juergen's voice, muffled by the arm he had covering his eyes on the mattress, "God you're big, coach, fuck me."

I obliged him. I began to thrust slowly, and gasped when the boy began to manipulate his rear muscles around my cock as I pulled my prick out and eased it in again. I would remove my cock out until only the head was still embedded and then slide it in again to take the best and most gratifying advantage of Juergen's remarkable rearward abilities. But urgency of orgasm was there, no matter how much I wanted to hold off. The various things he'd done to me in the preliminaries had had me too near cumming too many times.

Finally I simply leaned over Juergen, supporting myself with my hands on the mattress next to the boy's folded elbows, and simply rutted. I thrust quickly and hard, oblivious to any sensibilities, and every nerve ending in my prick was electric. Suddenly I felt that little click of release, and my orgasm shot up the shaft of my cock with a flash of near ecstasy I had seldom felt in sex. I heard myself shout "Yes!" as I shot in spurt after spurt into Juergen's tight ass until I was spent. I was unaware I had collapsed over him until Juergen said, "Hey coach, you're heavy."

I managed to pull myself upright and withdraw my spent cock from Juergen's ass. He pushed the bolster away and turned over on his back. His cock was so erect the swollen head was pointing at his navel. He smiled, "there's always that cliché, it was good for me, was it good for you?" I could only grin. He sat up. "Can you take me now, coach? Getting fucked like that turns me on almost more than anything." I vaguely nodded. "Would you mind if we do it with me on my back? I want to watch you while you fuck me." Juergen's answer was to gesture at me and reach for the lube.

I gratefully lay down on my back on the bed. My body still tingled slightly from the intensity of my climax. Juergen walked on his knees until he was facing me, his rampant cock glistening with lube. I raised my legs in the air to give him access to my own ass and sighed as he thrust one lube covered finger in to get me ready. He moved forward until my raised legs were half-draped over his shoulders and leaned forward so my ass was further raised from the mattress. He leaned even further forward and I felt him fit the head of his cock into my asshole. With that, he thrust in full, hard. If there was remarkable finesse to his practice of the opening rounds of sex, there was none to his fucking. He began to fuck me with the speed of a power riveter, thrusting as hard as he could. I was glad he was small, as to get fucked like that by a better endowed man would have been decidedly painful. It hurt slightly, but it was fun. He grasped my legs with his arms and fucked like a lunatic. It was the look on his face that was amusing. His eyes were closed, and a smile of utter satisfaction appeared between his mustache and goatee. His leather cap was askew which made it funnier.

I knew he couldn't last long at the rate he was thrusting. He began to moan, "unnh, unnh, unnh," and this culminated in an "ohh", which I took to mean he was starting to cum. I reached around and pressed my finger to the base of his cock, just above his balls. His eyes started open in a look of utter surprise and he then went, "Aaaack!" I could feel his orgasm pumping away. I was always surprised at how much ejaculate a young man like him could produce. He was finally finished and slumped forward, bending my knees to the sides of my ears. It was my turn to say, "Juergen, this is awkward." He raised his head and said, "Um, yeah, sorry coach." He knelt upright and pulled his cock out of my well-used ass. He then collapsed on the bed next to me. He turned to face me and gave me his fox smile, "that was a fine trick. I've seldom come that hard." I sat up and punched his shoulder lightly, "come on kid, let's get cleaned up and see about round two."

We struggled off my large bed and went into the tiny bathroom off the single room of my "apt.". We managed to make mutual bathing as arousing as our foreplay, embracing, kissing, and running the telephone shower head from my small electric water heater over each other's bodies in between soaping each other. Finally we rinsed, turned off the water and I gave Juergen my only extra towel.

I had just finished drying myself when I was jarred by a second unexpected knock on my door. I wrapped my towel around my waist and went to answer the door. When I opened it I could only exclaim, "Oh my God, Doug, what the fuck are you doing here!?" Doug pushed by me with the same agility Juergen had displayed, and entered the room. I followed and found him calmly removing his jeans and tee-shirt. When naked, except for his socks, he smiled and asked, "Did you enjoy the German present I sent along to you, coach?" He looked over at the bed where Juergen was lounging with a look of total amusement on his face.

I felt double trumped. "We just had turbulent sex, if that's what you mean. This was all your doing?" Doug calmly removed his socks. "Sure. Juergen has moves I couldn't imagine of and I thought you'd enjoy yourself with him. And I also thought you'd enjoy a three-way when I showed up."

I gave up and silently resigned myself to having further sex with two very attractive young men. I glanced over at Doug and noted without surprise that he was standing next to the bed and Juergen was reclining comfortably and sucking Doug's now fully erect penis. Doug was quite nicely hung. "Juergen and I have just finished sex," I said, "so it may take a while for us to, ah, recharge our batteries."

Doug smiled, almost condescendingly, and pulled away from Juergen. He walked over to his discarded jeans, his erection waving in the air in front of him, and extracted a small Ziploc bag from his discarded jeans. He held it up, displaying the fact it was full of well-cleaned ganja, and said, "Don't worry, coach, I brought some, um, battery recharger." I took the bag from him and proceeded to make numbers my way. I was very inept with rolling papers. I preferred to take a cheap Thai cigarette, squeeze about three-quarters of the tobacco out, discard some, and mix what was left with ganja. I then tamped this mixture back into the cigarette with a chop stick. You ended up with even burning, filtered numbers.

I prepared two numbers and kept the rest of the dope in abeyance. I rolled across the bed, found a lighter in the headboard and lit up. After taking a hit and passing the number to Doug, I decided he had a superior source. I thought to ask him who he thought he could deal with safely so close to Chiang Mai. By the time this thought had passed through my already slightly stoned sensibilities the number had returned to me. I took a hit and passed it on. When it was finished I somehow found myself lying spoon-style behind Doug, caressing the surprising amount of hair that was sprouting on his young chest, while he was sucking Juergen's cock while the boy stood next to the bed. It occurred to my fairly stoned consciousness that three willing guys could get up to all sorts of trouble together on a very large bed. I gave up on caressing Doug's chest, moved to kneel behind his butt, and bent over and began to suck his cock while he sucked Juergen's cock. Somehow we evolved this into a vague triangle with one guy sucking the next guy's cock on the next side of the triangle.

For a while the room was silent except for the sounds of slurps, licks, and sucking. When I figured we were all sufficiently stimulated to move to the next stage of the opening rounds. I let off sucking Doug's hard young cock and said, "Hey guys." Doug indolently let off sucking Juergen and looked at me, and Juergen likewise ceased sucking me, looked at me expectantly. I resumed speaking, "let's make the most of the fact there are three of us, both in finishing arousing each other as well as fucking."

Before I could continue, Juergen interjected, "I was in a three-way where we took turns like that. One of us would stand on the bed, the second would kneel and suck the standing guy's cock, and the third would likewise kneel behind him and rim him." He gave Doug and me his fox smile. I saw Doug silently mouth the word 'rim' with a puzzled look on his face, and decided he hadn't been exposed to this form of foreplay yet. I decided for this session he should stick to experiencing it and participate in fucking or cocksucking only, or perhaps it might be educational. My thoughts were interrupted when Juergen said, "Coach, since you're the host here, why don't you go first?"

I just nodded and tentatively stood up on the bed. I was glad the mattress was firmly filled with kapok, rather than having a box spring, for the sake of balance. I gestured for Doug to come round in front of me, leaving it to Juergen to do the rimming. Doug knelt upright and started to suck my cock. I gasped and threw my head back like those guys in porno flicks. His oral sex skills had increased vastly since the last time we'd been together, and I figured Juergen had been the coach.

I was simply enjoying Doug's fine young mouth sliding up and down my cock and didn't register what Juergen was doing until his hands spread the cheeks of my ass and his devious tongue slithered into my ass and began doing impossible things in arousing me. Double oral stimulation was outrageous and my hips began bucking involuntarily, driving my cock further into Doug's accommodating mouth. Doug pulled back, "Hey, coach, I haven't learned to take you deep-throat yet." I largely ignored Doug, as Juergen's dexterous tongue was still doing inexpressible things to my asshole. I finally reached around and pushed on the boy's shoulder to get him to disengage.

I urged Doug to stand in the middle. I gestured Juergen to Doug's front and went to kneel behind him. Juergen walked around on his knees to kneel in front of Doug and began to suck his cock. He groaned. He seemed not to notice when I used the fingers of both hands to part the finely rounded muscular cheeks of his slightly hairy ass and ran my tongue up his passage as far as I could insert it. He noticed then and yelped, "What are you doing, coach?" I withdrew just enough to say, "It's rimming, Doug, and you'd better get ready to try it out on Juergen when it's his turn to be middle guy." I then reapplied myself to the task at tongue. The position allowed me to reach and cup and caress Doug's balls while Juergen paid expert oral attention to his cock. The pair of us soon had Doug shuddering, and when he almost toppled onto the bed I decided to be arbiter and left off my stimulation of his rear to say, "Ok Juergen, it's your turn.

Juergen left off his work on Doug's now rampant cock and stood in the middle of the bed. Looking slightly dazed, Doug moved to kneel behind Juergen, as I had behind him, and I shifted to Juergen's front. I take pleasure in sucking a modest endowment such as Juergen sported, and the curve in it make it that much more fun. I glanced around the boy's slender hip and saw that Doug seemed somewhat reluctant to undertake this new, to him, form of foreplay, but finally put his face to Juergen;s ass and seemed to apply himself. Juergen said encouragingly, "Ach ja, Doug, that's it." As we pleasured Juergen, Doug seemed to get more enthusiastic in this new way of preparing his friend and lover for the next round of things.

The haze of rising sexual excitement convinced me we were ready to see about fucking. I released Juergen's now throbbing cock and said, "Ok guys, let's see if we can make fucking as democratic as we have the last level of preparation." Juergen smiled, "Why don't we use the same rules of precedence? You as host, coach, will go first. But with three of us, the top will of necessity have to be on the bottom."

I had no objections. I very complacently lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Being the young man with initiative, Juergen took the lube from the headboard of the bed. He lubed his ass and attentively lubed my cock as well. He then started to straddle my legs for the average bottom on top position when I had an inspiration that would get Doug more proactively involved, and would the change the order precedence a bit. I waved Juergen away and said, "Let's change things a bit. Juergen, you fuck me now, and I'll fuck Doug later. Doug, you straddle me with your crotch over my face." We began to arrange ourselves in the new set piece. I pulled up my legs and grabbed my knees with my hands. Juergen considerately wiped my lubed cock with some tissue from a box on the head board and proceeded to lube his own wicked dick. He waited for Doug to straddle me so our heads were facing in opposite directions. I grasped Doug's cock and gasped happily as simultaneously Doug's now more agile mouth than I had previously experienced swallowed up my cock and Juergen's fine little prick entered my receptive ass.

I shifted Doug's cock to my own mouth and we began our triple action. Doug and I began to mutually suck each others' cocks and Juergen fucked me with the same jackhammer enthusiasm he'd shown the first time he had done so. Underneath the pleasure that was overwhelming me I managed to form two thoughts. The first was that this might be a competition to see who could hold on to come last, or maybe not come. I dismissed this. Doug had always displayed the capability for multiple orgasms in the space of the brief weekend afternoon trysts we had, which was the only time we could contrive to be together. And, I decided I could manage a third time after a bit of recharging with Doug's fine dope, so I decided to give myself up to what was happening. I also decided that among the various dual sexual activities available to the recipient in a three-way, being penetrated while being sucked was my favorite. The slight pain of getting fucked together with the intense gratification of good oral sex was inestimable.

I have no idea how long our intensely mutually satisfying actions went on. Again, there were no sounds to be heard but disjointed slurps and sucks and perhaps the whap of Juergen's balls against my ass as he thrust, oh and slightly muffled moans of pleasure. Suddenly, the skillful things Doug was doing with his lips and tongue to my cock triggered me, and my orgasm shot up the shaft of my cock, hot and fine, and Doug swallowed it all, which he didn't mind at all. Almost concurrently, Doug's own orgasm exploded in my mouth, and I reciprocated what he had done with mine. A moment later, Juergen let loose with some sort of Bavarian yodel to indicate he was pumping my well-used ass full of his cum. We all sort of separated from the interesting if slightly awkward position in which we'd had sex and collectively collapsed on the bed.

We serially went to my tiny bathroom to clean up, and then reassembled on the bed to see what would happen next. I lit up the second number I had stuffed and we passed it around, although I'd have to admit I hogged it some, but we all got pleasantly stoned. Trying not to pontificate in my slightly altered mental state I said, "Since I am marginally older than you two young men it may take me a bit more time to get, ah, operational than you two. So go ahead and enjoy each other and I should think the sight of you two fine young male animals going at it will assist in recharging my batteries."

I was preaching to the converted. While I made my preposterously formal statement Doug's hand had found its way to Juergen's crotch and was stroking his fine curved cock to renewed hardness. Juergen reciprocated, and pretty soon the two of them were rolling around on one side of the bed, making out passionately and stroking each others' now fully renewed erections. Despite the fact I was not yet able to get hard myself, I felt somehow left out. As I ruminated on this in my somewhat stoned state, the boys had moved into a sixty-nine position and were eagerly sucking each others' cocks. The salacious sight caused some stirrings in my groin, but two close together orgasms still had left me depleted. Doug and Juergen had by now moved back to making out and seemed in the decision-making mode of 'who will do what to whom', which Juergen and I had solved so amiably. I decided that if I was the centerpiece of their joint action, and it would reinforce the idea of a true three-way and thought it might rejuvenate my depleted cock. I remembered how excited Juergen had said he was after getting fucked.

I launched myself onto the two young men and we began a complicated round of kisses to make sure no one was slighted. I lay face down and put one arm around the shoulders of my two cohorts. "Why don't I solve the 'who does' problem," I said. "Doug, you can fuck me while I suck Juergen at the same time." I tapped Juergen's shoulder and indicated that he, not Doug, should lie prone on the bed. I wasn't interested in the bottom on top position. I got Juergen to squeeze his hairy legs together, straddled his thighs, and bent over to begin sucking his cunning little cock. This left my ass elevated in essentially doggie position for Doug to address.

During my infrequent brief weekend assignations with Doug, if we got around to fucking it was I who routinely topped. I didn't know if Doug had a definite inclination to be a bottom; it was simply the way things ended up. I was aware from close observation that Doug had a big cock, but now I was going to feel its size as well.

I winced slightly when Doug ran his finger up my asshole to lube it before he entered me. I continued to suck Juergen's cock and the young man was wriggling in pleasure as I applied the best of my oral sex skills to gratify him. I then felt Doug behind me carefully straddling my calves, where I was already astride Juergen's legs. Doug was both tall and had long legs, so this was no great stretch for him. He moved carefully forward on his knees until his body was in contact with mine. He took hold of my hips with both of his hands and rubbed his rock-solid cock up and down in the crack of my ass, which caused me to shudder to the point of extreme turn-on. At once, Doug adjusted his body backwards, and I felt him clumsily fit the head of his cock against my opening. He thrust forward without finesse and I gasped over the size of the invasion. My ass liked it in a somewhat more than slightly painful way, but my brain said Doug was going to get his rogering too.

I continued for some time as a sexual centerpiece with Doug thrusting inexpertly but hard into my rear while Juergen thrashed about under me a bit as he approached his climax. I did find the dual receptive action to be something of a turnon, however, and I was getting hard again. It was an interesting place I'd never been before. Suddenly, Juergen yelped and my mouth filled with the exuberance of his youthful copious orgasm. I swallowed it down, released his softening prick, and backed into Doug's thrusts. I gave a little yelp of my own as his sizable, solid cock filled me to the hilt, and his fucking became more passionate. I found that centerpiece status had its turnon capacity and I was getting hard. I grasped Juergen's hairy thighs and gave myself to being fucked. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Doug was kneeling more upright as he rammed me. Suddenly he threw both arms up into the air theatrically and shuddered as he came. When he was finished, he collapsed onto my back which sent me into Juergen. We lay in a tangled heap for a bit and then sorted ourselves out.

I turned over to face Doug and ran my hand down his precocious hairy chest. "Ok Doug, it's reciprocity time" He looked at me, "reciprocity?" Being American, Doug was not in my ESL classes, but the paucity of your average student's vocabulary shocked me. "Give back, pay back time, turn over." He did so. I got the tube of lube and used it. I urged his upper leg into the air and worked my cock into his tight ass. I sometimes felt depraved at fooling about with such a young man, but he was age of consent, we liked it, and the sex was exquisite. I gave myself up to it. Doug groaned, "oh yes, coach, do it". I did it. Since it was my third time in one afternoon my orgasm was some time in coming. I suddenly yelled. Juergen had crawled around behind me and was rimming me as I fucked Doug. This triggered me and my penis felt incandescent as I poured myself into Doug.

We again sorted ourselves out again and went one at a time to my tiny bathroom to clean up. Juergen glanced at his watch and gasped. It was past five o'clock and he would be late for dinner at home. The boys quickly pulled on their clothes. We did brief good byes and I told Juergen he was welcome any time. I was spent for the day and simply took a nap.