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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 5
By R. A. Swain
Alan Adams smiled when he walked into the gym and saw Coach Dick Patterson standing at the far end of the room wearing only his sneakers, socks and a whistle, talking with several of his basketball players, all fully dressed. Practice was winding down, but it gave Alan comfort to know he wasn't the only one the students managed to get naked for hours at a time. He approached Dick. "That's a good look on you."
Dick laughed. "Thanks. As long as my team's on a winning streak I'm gonna be naked a lot this year."
"Hey Coach Adams," Pete Cranston said, bouncing a basketball as he approached the two coaches.
"Pete," Alan nodded.
"You up for a game of O-U-T?" Pete asked.
"Maybe," Alan said. "After I talk to Coach Patterson about some administrative stuff."
Dick smirked. "We can talk later. Why don't the two of you play, my rules?"
Alan looked around the gym. "What are your rules?"
"Miss a shot, take something off. Play for Shirt, shorts, and jock or whatever you're wearing underneath. Loser is the first guy naked. He stands center court and jerks off for the winner and the rest of us," Dick explained.
"Come on, Coach," Pete said. "I can take you."
"I'll bet you can," Alan said, smiling at the innuendo. "But you're on, and I'm gonna take you."
"Care for a side bet?" Dick whispered to Alan.
"Name it." Alan replied.
"I'm betting on Pete to take you. If you lose you blow me in the office after practice. If you win, by some fluke, I'll blow you," Dick said.
Alan held out his hand and casually squeezed Dick's semi-fluffed cock. "You're on." He turned to Pete, "Let's do this," he said.
Pete set up the first shot and Alan missed. "Cool Coach. Lose the shirt."
Alan felt a slight sweat break out as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He wondered if he was going to be standing center court stroking his cock in front of the entire basketball team. The thought caused his cock to stir. He took the ball and set up the next shot. Pete easily made it, and took the ball. He shot again and tossed the ball to Alan.
Alan looked at the ball and then at the net. He stepped up and took the shot, missing again. He looked at Pete and the few players who were standing around watching their game. Pete smiled and took the ball. "Lose `em, Coach." He said, gesturing to Alan's shorts.
Alan opened his shorts and dropped them to his ankles, revealing his speedo. The game wasn't going his way. Pete made another lay-up shot and this time Alan matched it. Alan took the ball and made another shot. "Match that one," he said, passing the ball to Pete.
Pete dribbled about and then took the shot, missing the basket. "Oops. Okay, my shirt goes." He pulled the t-shirt over his head. "My shot." He took another shot. "Nothing but net."
Alan smiled and took the ball. "Watch this kid." He dribbled and shot, and matched Pete. "Now let me try this." He shot again and sank it. "Match me."
"I'd love to," Pete said. He took the ball and shot, watching it bounce off the rim. "Damn. I guess my shorts go now. We're almost even," he said, revealing his jockstrap and bare ass. "One more shot and one of us will be naked."
"Yeah," Alan said, mesmerized by the smooth ass of the twenty-one year old. He wondered if Pete shaved his ass or was naturally smooth. He took the ball and set up another shot. Pete retrieved the ball and ran in a little circle around Alan before attempting Alan's last shot.
Pete watched the ball hit the backboard and completely miss the basket. He looked around at his team mates, and then at Coach Patterson who was smiling wickedly, and then to Coach Adams standing there in his speedo. "I guess I lost," he said.
"Yeah, you did," Alan said. "Lose the jock."
Pete looked at his team mates who were snickering. "Fuck," he said. He looped his thumbs under the elastic waist of the jock and slipped it down over his ass, revealing his shaved cock.
"Looks like you need to touch up the shave," Alan said, noting some stubble.
Pete ran his hand around the base of his cock and over his balls. "Yeah, I could use a going over with a razor." He walked to Alan. "Don't put your shorts back on until after I pay up," he whispered. He stood center court, as agreed upon and looked at Coach Adams as he groped his cock and began tugging on it. "Hope you guys enjoy the show," he said to the group, as he stroked his growing cock.
Alan felt his cock growing in his speedo as he watched Pete stroking his curved cock. "Nice show, isn't it?" Dick Patterson whispered as he stepped up behind Alan.
Alan smiled at the feeling of Dick's cock pressing against his speedo covered ass. "Yeah, and you'll be on your knees in a few minutes in the office," Alan replied.
Both men stood along with the entire basketball team watching Pete Cranston stroke his cock, each team member and both coaches realizing they could end up in the same position as Pete with their bets. Some of the guys were rubbing the front of their shorts, and Dick Patterson was rubbing his cock against Alan's ass.
"Save it, big guy," Alan whispered back to Dick. "I want you primed and ready for me in the office."
Pete watched the eyes of his team mates, and their hands as they rubbed the fronts of their shorts, and then locked eyes with Coach Adams. He really thought he was going to take the coach in the game and get him standing their jerking off. He concentrated on the feel of his hand running down the length of his shaft as he showed off to all his friends, and to the coach. He took in the sight of Coach Adams bearded chest with his brown fur and mildly hairy legs. He liked the feeling of excitement he felt building in his balls as he put on his stroke show for the team and the coaches. The feeling of being on display in front of a group of friends, all dressed, made his cum boil in his balls. He was close to cumming, and the moans that slipped from his lips told his team mates they were about to see him explode.
"Do it, Pete," Danny West said. "Cum, man. Cum."
"Yeah, stroke it," Dylan Clark, another team mate, said. "Shoot that big load."
Pete's breath came in short gulps of air as his fist picked up speed and then he bucked his hips and shot his load, strand after strand of cum spurting out before him on the floor of the gym. He breathed heavily, gasping and finally calming down. He realized he was staring directly at Coach Adams when he came, eyes locked with the coach. He shook his head. "Ah, well, that was good for me," he said.
"Yeah," several of his team mates agreed. They were obviously hard in their shorts and couldn't wait to get to the locker room showers where they would relieve themselves.
"Nice show," Dick Patterson said, not trying to hide his own naked and raging hard-on. "Practice is over. Pete, clean up the floor, please."
Pete took his jockstrap and wiped up the floor before heading off to the locker room. Alan watched Pete's ass as he walked to the locker room, then watched Dick's ass as he headed toward the locker room. He felt his cock twitching in his speedo at the sight of Dick Patterson wearing only sneakers and socks. It was the sexist thing he could think of seeing and the sight was causing his cock to peek over the waist of his speedo. He followed Dick to the coach's office and closed the door.
"Get on your knees, stud," He ordered Dick.
Dick didn't say anything, he just walked up to Alan, stood in front of him , pressing his cock against Alan's pouch, then sank to his knees, reached out and pulled the speedo down to Alan's ankles. Alan stepped out of his bathing suit and placed his hand on the back of Dick's head, gently pushing him forward until he felt Dick's lips on the tip of his cock.
Dick parted his lips, moistened them, and then swirled his tongue around the head of Alan's cock causing Alan to moan. He encircled the tip of Alan's cock with his lips and pressed them tightly around the circumference of the mushroom crown and slowly slid them down the length of the curved shaft until his nose was buried in Alan's neatly trimmed brown bush. Alan felt the tip of his cock in the back of Dick's throat.
Dick bobbed his head up to the tip again and back down, before releasing the cock from his lips and working his way down the shaft to Alan's slightly fuzzy balls. He looked up at Alan. "Looks like the swim coach needs a shave."
"Win it from me sometime," Alan said. He wagged his cock in Dick's face and slapped it on Dick's tongue a couple of times. Dick smiled, opened his mouth and took the tip of the cock between his lips once again. "Stroke yourself while you blow me," Alan ordered.
Dick did as he was told, stroking his thick shaft while he sucked on his fellow coach's cock. He reached up and gently kneaded Alan's balls, allowing his index finger to slip back behind Alan's balls and gently explore Alan's tight hole.
Alan gasped when he felt Dick's finger rubbing against his ass. Not only was the finger exploring his hole, but it was also rubbing against the spot just below the hole, between the balls and the hole, the `taint' as it was always referred to, and the most sensitive spot on Alan's body.
Dick released his own cock and with his other hand he was reaching up and pinching Alan's nipples. He pushed Alan back against the door and ran both his hands over Alan's chest, pinching his nipples and tugging at the hair on his chest. Alan whimpered and sighed as Dick bobbed his mouth the entire length of Alan's cock. He felt himself shudder.
"I'm gonna shoot," he said, his voice horse with sex.
Dick pulled off of Alan's cock and began jerking the younger coach off, his hand fisting Alan's shaft and squeezing just enough to cause Alan to shudder again and groan as his cum shot out the tip and onto Dick's chest and chin. Alan felt his cum churning in his balls and then felt it go up his shaft until it was at the tip and he couldn't hold back any longer. He watched the white hot liquid splatter against the older man's chest and chin and then run down his chest and flat stomach. The sight of his own cum running down the other man's body made his shoot even more cum as Dick stroked him. Finally he had to stop and take several deep breaths.
"Oh man, that was the best."
Dick smiled and wiped his chin with his hand, then ran his hand through Alan's cum coating his chest. "Yeah, that was pretty intense. I really didn't think I'd be the one on my knees. I figured you'd lose the game and I'd enjoy your services."
Alan pulled his shorts on, leaving his speedo off. "I can hold my own with you and the teams."
"Yeah? I like seeing you hold your own," Dick said. "On and off the court."
Alan laughed and reached down, groping his cock through his shorts. "I've got some work to get done."
"I haven't cum yet," Dick said. He stood up and stroked his cock. "I know I didn't win it, but..." He let his sentence trail off.
Alan looked at the long, hard, thick cock. "I dare you to turn around, open the door and jerk off in front of whoever's still out in the locker room," he said.
Dick looked at the younger coach. "Wow. You're learning fast. You serious?"
Alan nodded. "Do it, like you made me jerk off at my place last week in front of the open window."
Dick smiled and turned to open the door. "I will get you again, soon," he said.
Alan nodded his head. "I know you will."
Dick opened the door and saw several of the guys from the basketball team still lingering in the locker room in towels. They noticed him standing in the doorway naked and hard and stroking and stopped to watch. Danny West and Dylan Clark were both leaning against the lockers, wearing briefs and socks. They groped their cocks through their briefs as they watched the coach stroke his massive meat.
"Nice show Coach," Danny said.
Dick nodded, closed his eyes, threw his head back and pounded his cock in front of his team members. Several strokes and he was shooting his load several feet into the locker room.
"Damn," Dylan said. "You must've shot at least seven feet."
"I was inspired," Dick said as he caught his breath.
Dylan and Danny both smiled and turned to finish dressing, both guys finding it hard to fit into their jeans at the moment.
End Chapter 5