Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:13:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: COACH.ED part 15

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                          COACH.ED

                           Part 15

    A week before classes were to begin Dad, Coach and I
took a road trip to college.  It was a six hour drive.  The
three of us packed into the cab of our pick-up was tight for
such a long drive, but Dad didn't like stopping, so we drove
straight through except for one stop at a rest area to piss.
We got there two days before I could check in to the dorm
and three days before I was supposed to meet up with my new
Coach.  We planned to get a room for a couple of nights,
kick back and have some fun.

    We had a room reserved in the same place Coach and I
had stayed when we were there for a visit so we had no
problem finding it.  We got to the room and I decided I
needed a shower.  Dad said he was going to go get some
supplies (beer); Coach said he needed to make some calls.
It had been a long drive and I felt sweaty and cramped up so
I too a long hot shower.  I was thinking about my send off
at the swimming hole the whole time and my prick got hard.
I thought about jerking off, but figured I'd save it for
later.  I wasn't spending two nights in a room with my Daddy
and Coach to sit around and watch TV or go sight seeing.

     I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and started
drying myself off.  The towels weren't very big and the one
I was using was too damp to be of any use before I finished
so I threw it over the towel bar and grabbed another one dry
my hair.   I stepped out of the bathroom rubbing my hair
with the towel expecting to see Coach sprawled out on the
bed watching TV.  I was surprised to see him sitting talking
to my new Coach, Coach Wilson.  When I saw the two of them
turn to look at me I dropped my right hand down and held the
towel in front of my half hard prick.
     Coach Wilson laughed and told me not to be shy.  I told
him I was just startled to see him in the room because I
didn't expect to see him for a couple of days.  Coach Wilson
said that after the good time He had with Coach and Me last
spring, he didn't want to wait until orientation started.
Coach Wilson walked toward me and welcomed me to town,
extending his hand toward me.  I threw the towel over my
shoulder and shook his hand.  Coach Wilson shook then let go
of my hand, reached down and grabbed my prick. I was still
half hard because of all the day dreaming I had been doing
in the shower.   Coach Wilson's hand was getting me back to
full hard real quick.

     Coach said it looked like I remembered what a good time
he and I had with Coach Wilson and was ready for some more.
Coach moved around behind me and started to work a finger
into my hole while Coach Wilson kept pulling on my prick.
Dad came into the room about then with a Styrofoam cooler
and a case of beer.  Before he looked up he started to tell
me to take the cooler and go fill it with ice.  When he saw
what was going on he said it looked like he was going to
have to do it himself.  As he left the room carrying the
cooler he told us to carry on.

     By the time Daddy came back with the ice, my two
Coaches had stripped down and had me on my back on one of
the beds.  My head was hanging off the foot of the bed and
Coach Wilson had his prick fucking in and out of my throat
while he was doing a great job of deep throating my meat.
Coach was on his knees on the bed, one of my ankles in each
hand pushing my legs back and apart while he sank his prick
into my hole.  Coach Wilson's balls blocked most of my view
of the room, but I did see Daddy's boots when he came into
the room and I heard Coach tell Dad that Coach Wilson had a
tight hole that would love a good fuck about then.

     I watched as Daddy took a few seconds to put some beer
in the cooler.  Then I saw Daddy's boots step up between
Coach Wilson's feet.   I heard Daddy's zipper go down, his
belt unbuckle and the snap on his jeans pop open. Daddy spat
a couple times and then I felt Coach Wilson Moan around my
prick; I knew Coach Wilson had my Daddy's prick sliding into
him.  When Daddy started fucking Coach Wilson the prick in
my face started fucking harder, faster and deeper into my
throat.  Coach Wilson and I were both getting full service:
a mouth on our prick, a prick in our mouth and a prick in
our hole.  I'm not sure who came first, I tasted the first
spurt of Coach Wilson's scum at just about the same time if
felt the first spurt out of my own prick.  It wasn't long
after we started force feeding each other that the pricks in
our holes let loose and bred us both.

     When we were all through shooting Coach was the first
to pull his prick out.  Coach Wilson lifted his face off of
my prick, got his knees on the bed and crawled forward to
take Coach's prick down his throat and suck it clean.  Once
my mouth was free My Daddy stepped forward and bent his
knees a little to feed me his prick.  After I had sucked his
prick clean Daddy stepped back, took his boots off and
stripped out of the rest of his clothes while the rest of us
got comfortable on the bed.

     When he had his clothes off Daddy went to the cooler,
pulled out four bottles and popped them open (remember when
motel rooms all had a bottle opener mounted on one of the
door frames?).  Daddy handed a bottle to each of us and
apologized that they weren't very cold yet.  Coach Wilson
said that after that workout he didn't care, he just needed
something wet.  I told Daddy that I wouldn't complain about
the first beer he'd ever given me.  Daddy said I was a
college man now and entitled to have a beer, then he added,
"And don't try to tell me you weren't aware that the
drinking age in this state is 18.  I figure that going to
school so far away to cross that particular state line was
one of the deciding factors in choosing a college."  Dad
turned to Coach Wilson and said, "Don't get me wrong, this
is a fine school and you have a good basketball program, but
the boy is just like any other 18 year old and partying is
important at that age."

     Coach Wilson said that he knew they didn't have a great
basketball program; none of the sports were high priority at
the school.  He said that's why a group of local alumni had
gotten together and started raising money for athletic
scholarships.  Coach Wilson and the Alumni were hoping
Athletes like me and a few others would give a jump start to
the sports programs.  Coach Wilson told my Daddy, "I'm sure
your boy will be a great asset to the team and help us move
up to a better conference.  He'll get a damn good education
at the same time and I'll personally do my best to make sure
his other talents and assets are developed and used to their
full potential."

    I was sitting between my two coaches leaning back on
the headboard of the bed we had just fucked on.  While Coach
was talking he'd put his beer down on the bedside table and
reached over whit both hand to grab my Prick and balls when
he mentioned my ".other talents and assets.."  Coach and
Daddy both laughed at that and Coach said, "If there is
anything that this boy is better at than basketball, it's
the use of those talents and assets."

     Coach Wilson started to lean down, like he was going to
go down on me but Daddy interrupted him.  Daddy said before
we got things going again we needed to eat.  He hadn't
wanted to stop on the way so we three had not eaten since
breakfast.  He told Coach Wilson that we farm folk are used
to having our Dinner at noon, and it was getting close to
supper time already.  Coach and I agreed we could use more
to eat than hard prick and cum.

     None of us really wanted to get dressed and go out
right then so Coach Wilson picked up the phone and ordered
Pizza and subs.  After he hung up the phone Coach Wilson
knelt by the side of the bed, leaned forward and went down
on my half hard prick.  Daddy asked what a pizza delivery
guy would think of delivering to four bare ass men in a
motel room sucking and fucking.  Coach Wilson pulled up off
my prick and told Daddy it would be OK because he knew the
Delivery guy real well.

     Coach got up off the bed and walked around to the other
side.  He stood behind Coach Wilson, spat on his prick and
sank into Coach Wilson's hole.  Coach Wilson moaned around
my prick again than lifted his head up to look at my Daddy
sitting on the other bed just long enough to say, " You
going to sit this one out or get your hairy ass over here
and dive in?"

    Daddy chugged the rest of his bottle of beer, went to
get another one and opened it.  Then he stepped up on the
bed stood in front of me with one foot on either side of my
hips , bent his knees and pressed the head of his prick up
to my mouth.  I swallowed Daddy's prick, sucked it all the
way down into my throat, then pulled back to nurse on just
the head for a while.  I looked up to see my Daddy looking
down at me; he winked at me then tilted his head back to
take a swig of his beer.

     Coach Wilson and I were both taking our time, really
enjoying the pricks we were sucking; neither of us was in
any particular hurry to finish them off.  Coach, on the
other hand, was fucking Coach Wilson's hole like he was in a
race to breed it.  I looked over at him and saw that he was
staring at my Daddy's prick sliding in and out of my face.
The only times he took his eyes off of us was when he took
swigs of his beer.  When Coach emptied his first beer he set
it down on the table, pulled out of Coach Wilson's hole and
ran to get another.  In a flash he was back in place fucking
away and watching me suck my Daddy's prick.
There was a knock on the door and I heard some one yell,
"The food's here!"

     Coach kept fucking, turned his head toward the door and
yelled, "Hang on, be there in a minute."

     Coach started ramming Coach Wilson's hole even harder
for about 30 seconds then buried in balls deep and pumped a
load inside.  When he was through Coach stepped back and
headed for the door with his hard, dripping, prick leading
the way.  Coach opened the door and I saw a man with three
boys holding pizza boxes, bags of food and bottles of soda.
The youngest boy was standing in front holding a bag.  He
looked towards the bed and stared but didn't move.  The man
standing behind him holding pizza boxes said, "Move it son,
get in there so the man can close the door."

    Once everybody was in the room and had put everything
down, the little guy walked over to Coach and sucked his
prick into his mouth.  The other three who had just come in
started stripping down.  While they were getting comfortable
Coach Wilson and I picked up our efforts.  By the time they
had their clothes off Daddy had fed me his load and I had
sprayed my scum in Coach Wilson's mouth.  Coach Wilson
swallowed my scum and sucked the last few drops from my
Prick then got up and welcomed the delivery crew.  Once I'd
sucked Daddy's prick clean He climbed down off of the bed
and Coach Wilson made introductions.

     The man's name was Wade and the three boys were his
sons: 13yo Paul, 10yo Phil and 7yo Pete.  Pete had finished
sucking Coach's prick clean and was now getting naked like
the rest of us.  Coach Wilson explained that Wade was one of
the alumni who had spearheaded the fundraising for athletic
scholarships.  Coach Wilson said that Wade had the final say
on scholarships and had been anxious to meet me after
hearing about my visit to campus in the spring.  Wade said,
"Wilson made you sound like the greatest thing since sliced
bread."  Giving me a wink he added, "I hear you're a pretty
good basketball player, too".

     While Coach Wilson was making introductions Dad and
Coach were getting sandwiches and pizza out.  We all chowed
down and had our fill.  I was feeling the beer, I wasn't all
that used to it.  I noticed that Coach was downing them
faster than anyone else, more than I'd ever seen him drink
before.  When we started running low, Coach volunteered for
a beer run.  Daddy said he thought it was better that he go,
after all we came in Daddy's truck.

     Daddy got dressed and left to get more beer.  Wade
commented that there wasn't a soft cock in the room and
suggested we should do something about that.  I was sitting
on a corner of the bed, sipping on my third beer.  Coach
Wilson took the bottle out of my hand and pushed me down on
my back.  He turned around, put his feet on the outside of
my feet on the floor and sat back towards my Prick.  Wade
stepped up and took hold of my prick, pointing it towards
Coach Wilson's hole.  Coach Wilson's hole slipped down over
my prick until it bottomed out.

     Coach Wilson sat still for a while, clenching his hole
around my prick then loosening up several times.  Wade told
Pete to suck the coach's cock and Pete stepped up between
our legs.  I couldn't see Pete going down on The Coach's
prick, but I saw The Coach put his hands in front of himself
and it looked as though they were riding up and down on top
of Pete's head while Pete's head bobbed up and down on The
Coach's prick.  It wasn't very long before Coach and Wade
had Paul and Phil on their hands and knees on the second bed
fucking them from behind so all four of them could watch us.
Coach was fucking Paul at first, while Wade was fucking
Phil; then they switched places; then they switched back.  I
think they were trying to hold off as long as possible by
pulling out to switch places whenever one of them got too
close.

     Daddy came in with more beer and joked about, "The
things that happen when I leave the room."

     Coach Wilson laughed and then told Daddy to get his
clothes off.  When Daddy was bare ass again Wade told Pete
to go suck on Daddy's cock and to get it real wet.  While
Pete went over to my Daddy and started sucking on his prick,
Coach Wilson started turning around.  It wasn't easy, but
Coach Wilson managed to turn all the way around without
getting up off of my prick.  Once Coach Wilson was turned
around to face me he scooted us both down so that my ass was
halfway off the bed.  Coach Wilson leaned forward, smashing
his prick between our bellies, and told My Daddy to slide in
on top of my prick.

     Daddy couldn't believe the coach wanted both of our
pricks in his hole at the same time.  Wade told Daddy that
The Coach loved to get double fucked and Coach told him that
he and I had our pricks in there together more than once
when we were here in the spring.  Daddy didn't seem
convinced, but he pulled Pete off of his prick and stepped
up between my legs.  I felt the tip of Daddy's prick pushing
into The Coach's hole on top of mine.  It was slow going and
The Coach made some odd grunts and groans, but Daddy pushed
his prick all the way in.

     The Coach asked Daddy to hold still.  I could feel The
Coach's hole squeezing tighter on our pricks, then relaxing.
Each time The Coach did that he relaxed his hole around us
just a little bit more.  After a couple of minutes The Coach
told Daddy to start fucking.  Daddy started pumping in at
out at a slow pace and The Coach looked down at me and
smiled.  He told me he couldn't really move much, but that I
should try to bounce my ass up and down a bit.  It was hard
to coordinate with Daddy's fucking, but we got in sync and
started to really go to town in The Coach's hole.

     It was incredibly tight and the feel of My Daddy's
prick sliding in and out on top of mine was great.  Coach
and Wade both whistled at us and told us it was something to
see.  I looked over at them and saw that they had switched
holes again and that Pete was on the bed with them, under
Paul, sucking on his prick.  Coach and Wade switched and
Pete moved over to suck Phil's prick.

     I was watching the scene on the other bed and enjoying
the feel of my prick in Coach Wilson's hole along with My
Daddy's prick when Coach Wilson threw his head back and
groaned just as I felt the heat of his scum shooting between
our bellies.  Daddy started fucking faster and while The
Coach was still shooting I felt my Daddy's prick start to
pump his scum.  I let loose a second later and The Coach's
hole was flooded.

     Daddy leaned forward and lay on Coach Wilson's back for
a minute.  I could feel the scum oozing out of Coach
Wilson's hole around Daddy's and my pricks.  It was sliding
down over my balls.  Daddy stood up and backed away, walked
over to the other bed and fed his prick to Paul who eagerly
started sucking and licking at it.  Pete climbed out from
underneath his brothers and came over to start licking the
scum off my balls and sucking up what was now running out of
Coach Wilson's hole around my prick.  Coach Wilson told me
to stick my tongue out then scooted up bringing his prick
towards my waiting tongue.

     As he moved forward and pulled his hole off of my prick
the scum in Coach Wilson's hole ran out, coating my prick
and belly.  Pete moved up from my balls and continued
lapping up scum.  Coach Wilson ran the underside of his
scummy prick over my tongue from tip to balls then got up
off the bed and stood next to my Daddy to feed his prick to
Phil.

    I heard Wade and Coach breed whichever hole each was
fucking at the end while Pete continued licking and sucking
up the scum all over my prick and belly.  Pete worked his
way up to my face then put his mouth over mine and shared
the last mouthful of scum he'd sucked up with me in a long
kiss.  I felt movement on the bed and when Pete pulled away
from my face I saw that Coach and Wade were kneeling next to
my head on either side.  Their hard slimy pricks were
dangling above my face and I watched as Pete sucked them
both clean.

    When all the clean up was through, Wade and his boys
started to get dressed while the rest of us had another
beer.  Coach Wilson told me that Wade would be my Alumni
Sponsor and that I would be officially introduced to him at
orientation in a couple of days.  Wade said that among other
things he would be able to give me a part time job if I
needed one for spending/pocket money and that his home would
be available as an off-campus get away whenever I needed
one.

     Wade and his boys left and the rest off us turned on
the TV, got comfortable on the two beds and watched TV for a
while.  We munched on the last of the pizza and sandwiches
and drank more beer.  Coach was downing beers about twice as
fast as the rest of us and Daddy commented that he'd never
known Coach to be much of a drinker and he was a bit
surprised.  Coach just looked at Daddy and shrugged saying,
"You may not know me as well as you think you do."

     Daddy kind of ignored Coach and a few minutes later
announced he needed a shower and went into the bathroom.  I
heard the shower running and was watching TV when I heard
Coach Wilson let out a long moan.  I looked over at the
other bed and saw that Coach Wilson was sitting on the bed,
leaning back against the headboard.  Coach Wilson was on the
side of the bed closest to me and Coach was standing between
the beds, bent over sucking Coach Wilson's prick.

     I watched for a while.  When Coach Wilson saw I was
watching, he reached out to Coach's butt and started playing
with his hole.  I continued to watch until Coach Wilson told
me to join them; He told me to stand next to Coach.  When I
got up and stood next to Coach, Coach Wilson leaned forward
and sucked my prick into his mouth.  Once Coach Wilson had
my prick wet with spit he pulled off and told me to take a
ride in Coach's hole.  I stepped up behind Coach, spit on
his hole and pushed in.  After that time in the weight room
a couple of years ago, I hadn't fucked Coach again until
last spring when the two of us spent the night with Coach
Wilson.  Every time I slid into his hole I was reminded of
how rare it was for his hole to take prick.

     Coach was twice my age, but his hole was as tight as
any little pussy boy's cherry hole I'd ever fucked.  Once
I'd plugged in and started fucking hard Coach went crazy on
Coach Wilson's prick and started working my prick with his
hole.  It wasn't long before I was dumping my scum in
Coach's hole.  Before I was through, Coach pushed back so
hard with his weight that I fell back on the bed behind me.
Coach wasted no time turning around to dive down on my prick
to catch the last spurt of scum.

     Coach sucked the last few drops out and then continued
to bob up and down.  Coach Wilson got up off the other bed,
stepped up behind Coach and sank in on my load.  I was
watching Coach Wilson's prick disappear into Coach's hole
when I heard him say, "You've just watched your boy breed
this hole, and I'll be adding my load right behind him.
What this man really wants, though, is for you to use his
hole and breed him."

     Coach lifted his head up off my prick and looked
straight at my Daddy standing behind me in the bathroom
door.  I scooted out of the way and sat at the head of the
bed while Daddy crawled on the bed to kneel in front of
Coach.  I watched as Coach swallowed Daddy's prick and
buried his nose in Daddy's bush, looking up into Daddy's
eyes the whole time.

     Coach Wilson was watching the show in front of him
while pounding away at Coach's hole.  After a few minutes he
buried his prick as deep as it would go and stopped fucking.
Coach Wilson leaned forward and said into Coach's ear, "Use
that hole buddy, suck my load out with it."  Coach Wilson
then looked up at my Daddy and said, "You're, gonna love
this hole man.  It's one of the tightest and most talented
holes I've ever bred."

    Coach Wilson pulled his prick from Coach's hole and I
watched while he and Daddy traded places.  Coach tried to
suck the prick in front of his face down right away but
Coach Wilson grabbed his head and told him to hold off for a
bit.  Coach Wilson said he should concentrate on getting the
prick he'd been craving all these years in his hole and
enjoy it.  While Coach Wilson was still holding Coach's head
in his hands Daddy put the head of his prick up to Coach's
hole and sank in.  Coach closed his eyes and sighed; he kept
his eyes closed while Daddy started fucking him.

     After Daddy got going at a good pace, Coach opened his
eyes then opened his mouth.  Coach Wilson sank his prick
into Coach's mouth and started fucking, matching my Daddy
Stroke for stroke.  Coach was moaning and groaning around
the prick fucking his face and wiggling his butt side to
side.  After a while the sounds coming from his throat
started to get higher he started bucking between the two men
fucking him.  I heard Daddy start to grunt and I looked down
to see Coach's prick shooting scum all over the bed beneath
him.  Coach Wilson pulled out and sprayed his scum all over
Coaches open mouth.  Coach stuck out his tongue to catch as
much as he could and lick up what hit his lips and chin.

     When Coach Wilson was through shooting he put the head
of his prick on Coach's tongue.  Coach closed his mouth
around it and sucked out the last few drops then did the
same thing to Daddy he'd done to me; Coach pushed back,
knocking my Daddy down on the other bed.  Coach spun around
and sucked my Daddy's prick into his throat.  I couldn't see
Coach's face, but I'm pretty sure he was looking up into my
Daddy's face while he sucked his prick clean.

                       <<<<<<<>>>>>>>

    After that round, we all kicked back and finished the
beer.  Coach kept up his pace and drank three of the last
six bottles, while Daddy, Coach Wilson and I each nursed
one.  Daddy was leaned back in the one Chair in the room
watching TV and sucking on his beer when Coach finished his
last.  Coach tossed the bottle aside, crawled over to my
Daddy and sucked Daddy's soft prick into his mouth.

     Coach Wilson and I were each sitting on one of the beds
watching TV, but we shifted our attention to Daddy and
Coach.  I was watching Coach sucking on Daddy's prick and my
prick started to get hard again.  It wasn't long before I
saw Coach Wilson get behind Coach and push his prick into
coach's hole.  I could see as Coach Wilson's prick slid in
and out of Coach's hole that it was already slick with the
scum the three of us had pumped in there earlier.

    It had been a long day, we'd all shot a few loads and
we'd been drinking so this was a long slow fuck.  I was
slowly pulling on my prick when Coach Wilson pumped another
load into Coach's hole, stepped away and told me it was my
turn as soon as I sucked him clean.  After I took care of
Coach Wilson I mounted Coach and sank into his hole.  Daddy
told me to take my time and enjoy.  He said that he was
pretty sure Coach wanted him to breed that hole again, but
that Coach could keep him hard and on the edge  without
getting him off as long as need be.  Coach's hole was as
tight as ever, and now it was full of four loads of scum.  I
really enjoyed pounding into that hole and wanted to make it
last, but the sight of Daddy sprawled out in front of me
with Coach's head bobbing up and down on his prick was so
hot I bred Coach's hole long before I wanted it to end.

     Once again, before I was through shooting, Coach pushed
me back, turned around and sucked my prick down his throat.
Daddy took hold of his prick and told me to push Coach down
on it.  I stepped forward, leaned over, put my hands on top
of Coach's ass and pushed him down.  Daddy aimed his prick
at Coach's dripping hole and when the tip pushed up against
it, Coach sat down and impaled himself.  Coach kept sucking
my prick, reached around me and grabbed the backs of my
legs.  Holding on to me Coach started to ride up and down on
Daddy's prick while Daddy started to arch his back and push
up into Coach's hole.

     Daddy looked up at me and told me I had that look on my
face that told him I was going to cum again right away.  I
couldn't answer him because he was right.  I was shaking and
jerking and shooting.  I heard Daddy say, "That's it boy,
feed him your load while I breed his hole."

    I heard Coach Wilson behind me say, "Fill him up men,
give him what he craves."

     I kept cumming in Coach's mouth until I couldn't stand
up anymore.  I started to fall, but Coach Wilson caught me
and helped me to one of the beds.  Coach got up off of
Daddy's prick, turned around and started to lick and suck
scum off of Daddy's prick, balls and belly.  Coach got me
down on the bed then went over and locked his lips over
Coach's hole.  After a few minutes, Coach Wilson lay down on
his back with his head between coach's feet.  Coach lowered
his hole down over Coach Wilson's mouth and Coach Wilson
feasted on the scum running out of it while Coach continued
to nurse on Daddy's prick.

                       <<<<<<<>>>>>>>

     I dozed off for a while.  Daddy woke me up and told me
that they were all going for a swim before the motel pool
closed for the night.  Coach Wilson said I should find a
suit and join them.  I heard the three of them head out the
door and then got up to get some shorts to swim in.  I went
to my bag and found a pair of Speedo's on top of it with a
note from coach.  The note said he didn't think Daddy and I
even owned swim trunks, so he brought the Speedo's for me.
I stepped into them and pulled them up; they barely fit. I
looked down to tie up the drawstring and saw that my prick
and balls were barely covered.  I figured it was dark out
and it was no big deal so I headed on down to the pool.

     The three men were all in the pool so I dove in and
swam over to them.  We horsed around a while then all
climbed out to sit by the pool in the warm night air.  Once
we were out of the pool I saw that we all had Speedo's on. I
also saw that wet Speedo's made big pricks and balls look
even bigger.  We got comfortable in lounge chairs by the
pool, but a few minutes later the desk clerk came out of the
office and told us that it was a little bit past Ten
o'clock, the time the pool closed and his shift ended.

     Coach Wilson looked the clerk up and down and said,
"It's cool, Billy, we just came down for a quick dip.  We're
going to need some more towels, do you mind grabbing a stack
and bringing it to the room before you head for home?"

     Billy said that wouldn't be a problem and we headed
back to our room while Billy headed back to the office.
Back in the room Coach Wilson told us that Billy was a towny
commuter who was going to be a sophomore this year.  Daddy
asked if Billy might be interested in hanging out with us
for a while before going home, but before Coach Wilson could
answer there was a knock on the door.  Coach Wilson opened
the door and let Billy in the room.  Billy had a huge stack
of towels which he took straight into the bathroom.  When
Billy came out of the bathroom Coach Wilson asked him if he
thought he'd brought enough.  Billy stepped out of his shoes
and started pealing his shirt off while he said, "I didn't
want to have to go back for more later, and explain why I
was still here."