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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 8
By R. A. Swain
"That's it Dick, suck my cock," Alan Adams said to the older coach kneeling on his living room floor before him.
Dick bobbed his head and wrapped his lips tightly around the shaft of Alan's cock, his tongue swirling around the mushroom tip. He sucked and breathed deeply through his nose as he bobbed his head up and down along the soft skin of the hard cock. Alan moaned but enjoyed receiving the blow job he won from Dick. Coach Patterson was only paying up for his own lack of faith in Alan's ability to control his cum Alan thought as he smiled to himself remembering the bus ride home from the swim meet earlier that night when he himself lost a bet to Danny West ending up naked and edging until they got back to the university. Dick had offered to blow him if he could hold off from cumming until they arrived back at the university, and Alan surprised him by maintaining control for forty-seven minutes.
"Come over to my place later," Alan had order.
Dick nodded, with a sly smile dancing across his lips. "I guess I'm going to be paying up on that little bet I offered?"
Alan smiled as he pulled his speedo on and exited the bus. He remembered the look on Dick's face when it sank in that the older coach had lost a bet to him. When Dick arrived at his apartment it was after eleven P.M. Alan answered the door in his boxers, a habit he was getting used to since Danny and Pete and the rest of the swim team almost expected it of him. He enjoyed showing off for them.
Dick smiled when he saw Alan's boxers had the university logo on them. "Nice shorts; shows real school spirit."
"Yeah," Alan nodded. "Especially the tented out fly. Why don't you strip for me?" Alan suggested.
Dick pulled his windbreaker off, and then his t-shirt, revealing his hairy chest. Alan had to admit he liked the look of Dick's hairy chest. He himself only had a smattering of fur on his pecs and barely any on his stomach, but Dick had thick curly dark fur on his chest, his stomach, his legs and his pubes. He revealed all his body hair as he kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his track pants. As usual he was wearing a jockstrap instead of standard underwear, and Alan stopped him ordering him to turn around.
"Nice ass," Alan said. "I think I like winning the occasional bet. It gives me a different thrill." He slapped Dick on the ass.
"Hey!" Dick shouted. "I'm gonna blow you. You didn't win a spanking. Maybe next time I'll bet that."
"Get the jock off," Alan said. "And get on your knees."
Alan watched Dick strip off his jock and marveled at Coach Patterson's huge cock. He'd seen it many times in recent weeks because Dick Patterson enjoyed being naked more than anyone Alan knew, and he knew a lot of jocks who liked to show off their bodies. The basketball coach was the biggest exhibitionist he had ever met.
Stepping up to Coach Patterson, Alan simply placed his hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down, smiling as he directed him to his knees. Dick reached out and gripped Alan's boxers from the sides and pulled them down, his cock bouncing out before him. He took it in his hand, stroking him gently and tugging on Alan's cock before leaning forward and taking the younger swim team coach's cock in his mouth.
Alan looked down at Dick Patterson and shivered with pleasure at the touch of Dick's tongue on his cock. He enjoyed the feeling, but not only the feeling of the physical act. Alan was enjoying winning the bet and receiving the payment. He knew he had only won a couple bets with Danny, causing him to be naked at practices, but in general Alan was the loser of the bets ending up naked or hard, or both in front of his team. They still treated him with the respect a teacher needed to be a teacher, but he sensed he was losing some of the control over his students; mostly over Danny West. Danny was the one who instigated most of the bets, but he noticed several of the other students were initiating bets. He remembered how easy it was for Pete Cranston to get him to jerk off, something he would never have done only a few months ago.
Now he marveled at the fact he was losing his inhibitions and opening up more to his need to be humiliated; although winning had its own rewards. He placed his hand on the back of Dick's hand and guided him up and down his shaft, thrusting forward a bit. "Yeah Dick, take my cock," he moaned.
Dick kept glancing up at Alan, watching the younger man control his movements and marveling at how easy it was for him to give in to a younger man. He enjoyed dominating his students, but Alan Adams was more than a student, he was a coach; an equal. Being dominated by what was his equal turned Dick on in a way he'd never expected. He bobbed on the cock in front of him waiting, expecting, and wondering if Alan was going to cum in his mouth. He hoped not, but wanted him to at least cum on his face.
Alan groaned, threw his head back, pulled his cock from Dick's mouth and grabbed himself, stroking his shaft, feeling his cock pulse and then spurt cum onto Dick's face, his cheeks and hair. Spurt after spurt of cum soaking down the older man, letting him know he was not in control of this situation.
Alan reached out with his hand and gently rubbed his cum into Patterson's cheek and chin. "You look good covered in cum."
Dick looked up and grinned. "I like it. Now can I shower before I go home?"
Alan smirked. "You don't want to go home covered in my cum?"
"Only if you dare me to," Dick replied.
Dick Patterson sat on the bleachers watching his basketball team practice. Some of the players overlapped with the swim team, making practices more crucial because some players didn't get as much practice as others. One such player was Dylan Clark, a sophomore who showed great potential, but whom Patterson felt needed a bit of guidance; also a bit of a smack down into the place Dick felt he belonged.
He thought back to the previous evening and his own position of submission to Alan Adams, and back to the first time a student got him into a game of truth or dare that led to him becoming the coach he was today. In some ways Dylan Clark reminded him of that student, especially in looks. He wondered if Dylan would need the same pushes Scott O'Shannon needed all those years ago. He was going to find out.
"Dylan, you need to work on your shooting," he said, after jumping down from the bleachers.
"Yes coach, I know. How about a little one on one with me? It might help if I beat you a bit," Dylan said with a cocky grin.
"Beat me?" Dick laughed. "Kid, bring it on."
"Wanna bet?" Dylan asked.
Dick paused and thought for a moment. "How about a little strip one on one?"
"Loser ends up naked, then what?" Dylan asked.
Dick looked around. "Loser jerks off?" he suggested.
Dylan looked around the gym at some of his fellow students who were pausing to listening to the exchange. "Ya know coach, you and I are pretty evenly matched in one way."
Dick grinned. "And what way is that?"
"We're both very hairy," Dylan replied.
Dick had to admit the younger man was almost as hairy as himself. "What've you got in mind?"
"Loser gets shaved by the winner in the locker room, from the neck down, and then jerks off in front of everyone." Dylan watched the coach for reaction.
Dick looked around at the rest of his team who all seemed to have stopped practicing to watch the exchange. Danny West and Pete Cranston seemed especially interested in the bet. He had lost shaving bets before, but not in a long time. Dylan was pretty good, but not, in his opinion, as good as he. "All right," he said in a low voice. "I'm gonna enjoy shaving you."
"I'm gonna enjoy shaving you," Dylan retaliated. He took the ball and tossed it to the coach.
The rest of the team took to the bleachers and watched Dick Patterson take on their team mate. "You want a bet?" Danny asked Pete as they settled in on the bleachers.
"What sort of bet?" Pete asked.
"If the coach wins, I blow you later at your place. If Dylan wins, you blow me," Danny said.
Pete looked perplexed. "You're betting against the coach? Do you want Dylan to win?"
Danny looked around and leaned in close to Pete. "Maybe I want an excuse to blow you," he whispered.
"You're on, dude," Pete answered.
Dick dribbled around Dylan and began running the court. He was surprised when Dylan dove in and swiped the ball from him in a swift move and shifted to the other end of the court before Dick had a chance to turn around. He watched Dylan take the shot and shook his head.
Dylan bounced around the court. "Alright Coach. Lose the shirt!"
Dick tugged his tank top over his head. He'd been naked in front of his team many times, but this was a little different. He took the ball this time with more determination, dribbling down the court, dodging Dylan's efforts effectively and made a quick shot. Dylan felt a little sweat break out on his forehead as he realized the coach evened out the game.
"Lose the shirt, smartass." Dick said.
Dylan pulled his team shirt off, revealing a well defined chest that was almost as hairy as the coach's. He ran up to the coach and rubbed his hand over the coach's furry chest and then his own. "We're pretty even in the body hair department," he said.
Dick reached out and run his hand over Dylan's chest. "Yeah. Once I shave you it'll help with your swimming also."
"You wish, coach." Dylan said. He grabbed the ball and began dribbling about the court. Patterson wasn't about to be stripped by his student that easily. He took off around Dylan and blocked Dylan's shot. The attempt was good, but Dylan wasn't playing his "A" game. It was possible he was distracted by the coach's bare chest. He'd seen him naked many times, and even seen the older man jerk off a few times, but this was going to be more fun because he was going to take down the smug older man.
He took off after Dick and made a swipe for the ball, but missed when Dick anticipated Dylan's move and dodged to the left. He swung around and watched Dick sink another basket. Dammit, he thought.
Dick placed the ball on the ground before Dylan. "Lose your shorts," Dick whispered.
Dylan quickly tugged his shorts down and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He stood there in his jock, a slight bulge in the pouch. He had to concentrate on his game or he'd be the one shaved and humiliated in the locker room jerking off, and he knew Coach Patterson would joyfully collect the bet.
He grabbed the ball again and drove it down the court headlong taking the shot, and making it. He turned to the coach. "Strip, Coach."
He watched Dick tug his shorts off and toss them to the sidelines by the bleachers. The team was watching intently, mostly cheering for Dylan, which Dick expected. He knew the team wanted to see him shaved, but he wasn't willingly going to give in without a fight. He paraded around in his jock strap turning around for the team to see his bare ass before resuming the game. He grabbed the ball and began his drive toward the far end of the court.
He shot, and Dylan blocked it. The team watched both men running up and down the court in their jocks, their asses shaking. Dick stole the ball away from Dylan in a move Dylan wasn't anticipating. "You've got to anticipate your opponent's moves," he told the younger man.
Dylan faked left and swiped the ball back to the right. "Anticipate that, old man." He took the shot and watched it teeter in the rim of the basket before falling in. "And now you lose the jock, Coach."
Dick looked at Dylan and then at the rest of the team. He glanced down at the floor and then at the team again, all waiting for him to reveal himself. "I guess I lost."
"Yeah Coach, now strip." Dylan said, a note of glee in his voice.
Dick ran his hand over the front of his jock, groping his cock through the mesh material and finally slipping his thumbs in the elastic waistband pulling it down revealing his cock to the team sitting there watching him and giving him cat calls.
Dylan danced a bit around the coach and laughed. "Now do one lap around the gym and let's go to the locker room," he ordered.
Dick hung his head and did as commanded, slowly jogging around the gym, his thick, long cock bouncing before him as he ran. The rest of the team cheered the coach and grabbed his clothes taking them with them to the locker room. He entered the locker room and looked at the team waiting to witness his humiliation. They already had shaving cream and a razor.
Danny and Pete stood toward the back of the locker room, having stripped off their shirts and were both groping their cocks through their shorts as they watched the coach walk in. "I can't believe Dylan won," Danny said.
"Yeah," Pete agreed. "I was looking forward to getting a blow job from you."
Danny smiled. "Maybe next time, buddy, or maybe later tonight after you go down on me a few times."
They stood by watching Dylan dominate the coach. Danny snickered watching Coach Patterson submit to one of his guys.
"That's it Coach," Dylan said. "This is gonna be fun. Go back to the shower and wet down so I can lather you up," he said with a grin on his lips.
Dick walked back to the shower and soaked himself down with hot water. He stalled as long as he could before turning off the water and walking dripping wet back to the bench where the teams were gather.
"Good." Dylan said, picking up the shaving cream. "Lie down on the beach and let's get you lathered up." He took a handful of the menthol scented cream and began rubbing it on the Coach's chest.
Dick felt Dylan's hand on his chest, massaging in the shaving lather, and casually rubbing around his nipples as he lay back on the bench, feeling a tingling down his chest right to his cock. Dylan took the safety razor and began slowly shaving the hairy older man. The team stood around, some having already stripped down to their jocks or less, watching the coach submit to Dylan.
"Raise your arms," Dylan ordered.
Dick looked up at Dylan. "What?"
"Your pits are below your neck, Coach. I've got to shave them also." Dylan smirked as he spoke.
Dick reluctantly raised his arms above his head and Dylan lathered his pits. He felt more humiliated having his pits shaved than most anything else he'd ever down. He felt more naked with each stroke of the razor, realizing that he hadn't lost a shaving bet in almost twenty years. He was really going to be fully naked in front of his team, a sense of more humiliation than he'd felt in years. He felt the razor gliding over his stomach and down to his pubes. He opened his eyes and looked at the team of young men standing around, some naked and hard. He saw the leer on Danny West's face and the bulge in his jock. He glanced at Dylan, the sophomore shaving him, gently running the razor over his balls and down his legs. As Dylan finished shaving Dick's legs he raised them and shaved the coach's hairy ass.
"On your knees so I can get in the crack," Dylan ordered.
Dick realized exactly how naked was, and felt vulnerable on his knees exposing his ass to the younger man. He felt the cool shaving cream on his ass and Dylan's deft use of the razor on him. Shaved without a nick, and he realized he was fully hard from the experience.
Dylan stood back and looked at his handy work. Dick stood up and caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors at the end of the lockers. His hairy body was sheared and he was smooth.
"Now Coach," Dylan said, "time to jerk off for us."
Dick stood facing Dylan and the rest of the team and ran his hand across his chest and down to his cock. It felt almost foreign to him. Touching his own body was an almost new experience to him. The smoothness of his skin tingled as he ran his finger tips over his freshly shaved balls and cock. He wrapped his fist around it and caught a glimpse of Alan standing in the doorway of the coach's office. Danny and Pete caught his eye, both standing a few feet away watching him stroke his cock as he'd done many times in the past in front of many students. He saw the look in their eyes and felt an embarrassment he hadn't felt in years. Every eye in the locker room was on his shaved naked body, on his fist pumping up and down the length of his cock. He glanced at the end of the locker, at the mirror reflection of himself.
He watched his right hand playing with his chest and nipples and his left hand tugging on his cock and slipping down to stroke his balls every now and then back up to the tip of his cock. It was like watching someone else, someone smooth and hairless stroking his cock in front of a large group of college jocks, some of whom were now stroking their own cocks.
He watched his reflection and pumped his cock faster until he could hold out no longer. It didn't seem to have been a long time. He felt his cock pulse in his hand then in a swift stroke he saw the first ribbon of cum shoot out and splash on the floor on front of him, followed by several more streams of cum shooting out and painting the floor. He threw his head back and groaned as he stroked until he came no more. A few deep breaths and he became fully aware of being back in the locker room, naked, shaved, in front of both the basketball and swim teams, and Coach Adams.
"Nice show, Coach," Dylan said. He looked around at his team mates, some rubbing their cocks, and one freshman, Kirby or something like that, he'd forgotten his name, openly stroking his cock and suddenly loosing control and shooting his load all over the floor.
Dylan laughed, along with many of the other guys. "Way to go, Freshman." He said. He turned to Coach Patterson. "Why don't you and the Freshman clean this mess up and then you can go shower."
Dick opened his mouth but didn't speak. Instead he just nodded, feeling fully beaten by the Sophomore. "Okay. Good practice guys. See what happens when a coach loses a bet? He pays off because a bet's a bet," he said. He watched Dylan Clark walk toward the showers with Danny West and Pete Cranston.
"Man, that was amazing," Danny said. "You totally dominated Coach Patterson."
"Thanks," Dylan said, thinking that Danny would be next.
End Chapter 8