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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 43
By R. A. Swain
Professor Larry Lampert walked into his office in the center of the library on the college campus. The office was windows on three sides and a bookcase on the back wall. Larry was comfortable there; especially the exhibitionistic side of him that Dick Patterson knew how to reach so well. Of course Dick would never make Larry do anything too risky, but he would occasionally give Larry orders, simple things, like take off his loafers and walk around in his socks, maybe walk all over the library. He also liked to get Larry to open his shirt collar, which meant making Larry untie his bow tie, and then opening his top three shirt buttons, usually revealing the professor's very furry chest. If it was late enough, during a week when few if any students would be frequenting the library Dick might make Larry do his final walk through of the library wearing a tank top, a revealing tank top. That would entail Larry stripping off his shirt in his office. Of course he would have already donned the tank top earlier. If he ran into anyone still using the library and they questioned him he could say it was late and he was comfortable.
Today it was late, almost closing time. Larry had done his final walk through and was just about to lock up when Pete Cranston walked in. "Hi Prof."
"Mr. Cranston," Larry said. "We're, um, we're closed."
"I know. Coach Patterson told me to come over. He said you can lock the door if you like," Pete said.
Larry looked at the young man, lean and tall. He enjoyed Pete sexually on occasion, and particularly enjoyed a recent visit from Pete and his brother Zach where both young men engaged in the incestuous whims he asked of them. He longed to see both brothers naked and sucking each other off again in his dungeon, or anywhere else they might be inclined to entertain him. Perhaps here, he thought, in the library. "Why would I lock the door with you in here?" he asked, feeling a stirring in his groin.
"We can leave it unlocked, but security might come by before we're through," Pete said. He lowered his voice as he spoke and licked his lips. Larry hurried out of his off to the front desk and threw the switch that locked the front door at ten P.M. He returned to see Pete tugging his t-shirt over his head.
"Mr. Cranston, what are you doing?"
"What Coach Patterson told me to do." He took his cell phone and dialed. Then handed the phone to Larry.
Larry placed the phone to his ear. "Um, hello?"
"Hello Larry," Dick Patterson said. "How do you like my present?"
"Present?"
"Yes, Pete Cranston, the team captain. I've given him explicit instructions on what to do to you for the next twenty minutes."
"Only twenty?"
"Don't be greedy, Larry. I've got more surprises after that. Now just do as Pete tells you. I promise you'll enjoy it." The phone went dead.
Larry looked at the phone and Pete who was standing in his office wearing cargo shorts and sneakers. "um, wha- what are you going to do to me?"
Pete walked up to the professor. "Relax Prof. You and I both know you'll like this." He reached out and ran his hand down the front of Larry's shirt to his belt. His hands were swift as he opened the belt and the clasp on Larry pants. Larry sucked in a deep breath. Pete ran his palm against the front of the professor's trousers, pressing firmly against the obvious erection in the older man's pants. Larry whimpered.
Pete smiled and brought his hands up Larry stomach and chest again, this time working open all the buttons on the professor's shirt, revealing the very furry and taunt body beneath the clothes. He left Larry's bow tie on, but slipped the shirt off. "I like you in a just your bow tie and socks, and so does Dick," he said in almost a whisper. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Larry's but didn't kiss him, just flicked his tongue against the professor's mouth.
He opened Larry's fly and allowed his trousers to drop to his thighs. Larry was wearing standard striped boxers with piping and they were straining at the tent from the man's ten inch cock which had swelled to its full length and was trying to break free of its confines. Pete rubbed his hands over the front of Larry's boxers and sighed. "Man, I wish I had more time with you."
"You can, any time you want. Come to my place for some private time," Larry said taking in a short breath.
Pete smiled. "Really? And you'll let me control you?"
"Yes," Larry said in a whimper.
"Oh man, you are so on." Pete pulled Larry's pants off and in a swift move he tugged Larry's boxers down to his knees. His long and thick cock got caught in the boxers and Pete had to help release it, giving it a few strokes and a squeeze. Larry now stood dressed in only his bow tie and his socks. Pete wrapped his hand around the long stiff shaft and pulled the professor. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" Larry asked, fear in his voice.
"It's part of Dick's surprise." He led the man out of the office to a table in the middle of a study area. "Lie down."
Larry looked at the young man and did as ordered.
"I'll be right back," Pete said. He raced back to the office and got his backpack. He came back and looked at Larry. "Professor, I know you're gonna love this."
"What is this?" Larry asked.
"You confessed this to the Coach once," he said. He opened the back pack and took out some soft nylon cord. Larry's eyes widened. Pete expertly looped them first around Larry's wrists and then tied one to each leg of the table. He next tied Larry's legs to the table legs, leaving the professor bound spread eagle to the table. He ran his hands over Larry's chest and bent over and took Larry's cock in his mouth taking in as much of the long shaft as he could.
Larry moaned with pleasure as the young man deep throated as much of his stiff cock as possible. He thoroughly enjoyed any time he spent with Pete Cranston, as they had been hooking up via Dick Patterson's machinations from time to time. He was lost in his pleasure until he heard some rustling and opened his eyes. Dick Patterson and six of the young men whom Larry was familiar with were standing around the table, naked. He saw Danny West, Dylan Clark, among the other members of the basketball team.
"Dick! What are you doing? How?"
"I borrowed your keys earlier. And tonight professor, while we all take turns sucking on your cock you are going to be at our mercy, and we will finish in a bukkake." Dick explained as Pete shed his cargo shorts to join his friends naked.
Larry lay there speechless as another favorite, Dylan Clark, crawled between his legs and began licking the professor's neatly trimmed balls. Dick began massaging Larry's chest and pinching his nipples. "Who do you want to suck on first?" he asked.
Larry's eyes widened again. "I remember telling you about this fantasy once."
"Yes, now who will it be?"
Larry nodded to Gibbs Carter, a tall center with milk chocolate complexion and a long hard cock.
"Gibbs, you're up," Dick said. The young man smiled and walked up to the table. "The rest of you start revolving in line to suck and be sucked."
"Yeah, Professor, suck me good," Gibbs said as he slapped his cock against Larry's mouth.
Larry greedily took the dark tip into his mouth and sucked as best he could; feeling the men standing around watching him give head and get head at the same time. He felt his skin burning. Some of the men were rubbing his body as they stroked their cocks. Gibbs was replaced with Danny and Dick replaced Dylan. Larry lost track of who was sucking his cock and whose cock he had in his mouth at any given moment. Finally after each young man had sucked and been sucked they circled around the table and began stroking their cocks while Dick stroked both his cock and Larry's. He wasn't even sure who shot the first load on his stomach, but he saw cock after cock began pumping jizz on his chest, his stomach, his cock and legs, all matting his fur and causing him to lose control.
He felt Dick's hand on his shaft and balls and then he moaned and felt the first eruption of cum shooting up the length of his shaft and high in the air like a fountain, spurting up and splattering down on his chest. Another and another, he kept cumming until he was spent, about fourteen spurts of jizz in all. His cock was still hard. Dick rubbing his hand over Larry's hairy chest rubbing some of the cum in. "Nice," he said.
Larry took several deep breaths. "Wow. I can't believe this."
"Happy birthday," Dick said.
End chapter 43
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