Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2009 04:22:10 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 1

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 1
By R. A. Swain

Alan Adams stood by the college pool watching the young men of the swim
team practicing for their next meet. At 29 he was one of the youngest
coaches of a college team. He enjoyed watching the young guys in their
speedo suits diving and slicing through the water. Most of them were only a
few years younger than him and they treated him more like an older brother,
joking around with just enough respect to let him know they like him as a
coach.

Some of the team was standing by the bleachers looking at a book as he
approached them. "Hey Coach," Daniel West nodded as Alan walked up. He had
the chiseled looks of a Greek statue. Slightly taller than Alan, at five
foot eleven, his sandy brown hair and brown eyes, and charming smile drew
everyone he met into his world. He held up the book they were looking
at. "Did you ever see the old yearbooks from the 1950s?"

Alan shook his head. "Why?"

"Did you know the swim teams back then swam in the nude?" Danny asked. He
flipped open the book to a page with a photo of a swim team; a group of
naked young men. "Why do you think they started making us wear swimsuits?"

"The times changed," Alan said. "Plus the meets became co-ed. And a lot of
guys are shy about having tiny dicks."

Some of the guys laughed.

"I figured it was because of lag," Danny joked.

"Lag?"

"Well, some of us are really hung, and swimming naked with our junk just
hanging there would create lag time."

Alan smiled. "It might not affect most of the guys on the team," he said.

"Zing," Pete Cranston, one of the other team members said.

"So you're saying some of us have small dicks?" Danny asked.

"Some of you are growers, not showers," Alan replied.

"I'll put my cock against yours anytime," Danny said, a challenge in his
tone.

"Oh really?" Alan smirked as he spoke.

Danny blushed. "You know what I mean."

"Size doesn't affect the swimming skills," Alan said. "Naked on in a suit
won't make a difference if the swimmer has skills."

"I've got mad skills," Danny boasted.

"Yeah, and as your coach I can help you hone those skills."

"Coach, I'm good."

"So you think your could take me?" Alan asked.

"No offense coach, but naked or suited I'll take you."

Alan smirked again.

Danny caught the smirk. "Coach, you've got a dirty mind. You know what I
meant. But how about we have a race? One lap?"

"You want to race me?" Alan asked.

"Yeah, and as an incentive how about a bet?" Danny suggested.

"Gambling on campus is illegal," Alan said.

"Not for money," Danny said. "Loser has to strip naked and stay naked for
the rest of the practice."

Alan looked around at the rest of the team, now all standing around
watching intently at what Alan would do or say. "Naked? You don't want me
to get naked. I'd intimidate you guys."

"Oh?" Danny replied. "How about loser not only gets naked, but he has to
measure his cock in front of the team so everyone knows how small he really
is?"

Alan laughed out loud. "I'd put all you guys to shame."

"So pony up," Danny said.

Alan looked around the pool again, at all his team members. "You don't
think I'll accept? You'd be humiliated in front of your team mates," he
said. "But I really shouldn't accept a bet like that."

"Why not? We have similar bets with Coach Patterson," Pete said.

Alan had heard rumor of Dick Patterson's unusual training methods, but
these guys were confirming them. "You just want to show off your cock," he
said to Danny.  "You're just afraid I'll win the race."

Alan looked around again. "You're on."

"The bet too?" Danny asked.

"Sure. You'll be the one naked and measuring himself in front of everyone."

Danny smirked. "By measuring, coach, I mean measuring with a boner."

Alan smiled and shook his head. "If you wanna show off with a boner in
front of the whole team you're on. In fact, make it loser is naked for the
rest of practice and keeps himself hard as well. I think you need to be
taught a lesson in humility."

Danny held out his hand and Alan accepted it. They shook and Alan tugged
his t-shirt over his head and then dropped his jersey shorts revealing his
speedo clad frame to his team. They had seen him in his speedo before, and
most had noted his bulge, and his bearded chest. He stood five foot nine
and had a sleek swimmer's build, and very hairy legs.

Alan handed his whistle to Pete. "You act as ref. We swim one full lap."

"Then you get naked and hard," Danny said to Alan.

"You've got that reversed," Alan said, stepping to the edge of the
pool. "Ready to be humiliated?"

Danny and Alan got in position on the edge of the pool and waited. Pete
blew the whistle and the two men dove in. Alan concentrated on his strokes,
not even looking to the side to see where Danny was, and it wasn't until he
hit his turn around that he noticed Danny was slightly ahead. Fuck, he
thought. I've got to catch up. He began swimming harder, not thinking about
his skills, just about being humiliated in front of the team.

He reached the wall and looked up to see Danny sitting on the side of the
pool. "So, Coach, you lost."

Alan took some deep breaths. "Yeah, I guess I did," he said climbing out of
the pool.

The team stood around watching him.

"About that bet," Alan began.

"Now coach, you wouldn't want me to let you out of it, would you?" Danny
asked with a grin. "After all, you've taught us to honor our commitments."

Alan looked around at his team, and closed his eyes, throwing his head
back. "Fuck. You guys can't talk about this outside. I could lose my job if
anyone found out I got naked in front of you like this."

"Don't worry," Danny said. "Coach Patterson does it all the time. We won't
betray you. Besides, you'll be more than just naked in front of us. Now
time to pay up, Coach."

Alan grimaced and stepped to the center of the group of guys, all in
swimsuits, all showing some good bulges of their own. He looked around the
circle and then locked eyes with Danny. Looping his thumbs in the waist of
his speedo he rapidly tugged them down his legs and stepped out of them,
cupping his hands in front of his cock.

Danny shook his head. "Uh uh, Coach. Gotta show it all."

Alan kept staring at Danny and raised his hands over his head, revealing a
dark hairy bush and long shaft with ping pong sized balls. He turned in a
circle so everyone got a good look at him. "Okay. Get back to practice," he
said.

Danny laughed. "Coach, Coach, Coach, you've forgotten part of the
bet. Pete, got a tape measure?"

Pete went to one of the notebooks on the bleachers and pulled out a
ruler. "Will this do?"

"Yeah," Danny said. "Now Coach, let's see. The bet was for the loser to get
himself hard and stay hard for the rest of practice. So get it up."

Alan looked around at the group again. "Remember, not one word to anyone."

They all nodded, and Alan reached down and tugged his cock a little. "This
might take a minute. It's been a while since I did this in front of an
audience."

They all looked a little surprised. "Huh?" some of the team said.

"Come on, most guys have been in a circle jerk, or put on a little show for
a partner," Alan said. His cock was getting noticeably harder, but not
fully up there. He kept his gaze on Danny, stroking his shaft as it
stiffened and began to curve up. He felt a thrill being naked in front of
his team, and being forced to play with his cock in front of them got him
going even more. In a minute his cock was curved up toward his flat
belly. He shook his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Gimme the
ruler," he said.

"Uh uh," Danny said, taking the ruler. "I'll measure." He boldly stepped up
to Alan, looked right in his eyes, and wrapped his hand around Alan's
shaft. Alan shuddered at Danny's touch. He hadn't counted on this. Danny
was taking his time pressing the ruler against top side of his shaft, and
rubbing his hand against the underside of the shaft.

Alan closed his eyes and bit his lip as Danny's hand cupped his
balls. "Eight and a half inches," he announced to the team. He wrapped his
fist around the coach's shaft and stroked him openly a couple of
times. "Nice, but not as big as mine."

"Oh? Whip it out and measure it?"

"Next time, coach. This time you lost." Danny turned to the team. "Now we
practice. And the Coach keeps himself hard for our amusement."

"Next time?" Alan asked.

"Sure, I'll offer you a rematch. Only next time I think you'll have to do
more than just get yourself hard in front of us."

"Oh?" Alan felt his cock throbbing as he absentmindedly stroked his cock in
front of Danny and the team.

"Next time loser jerks off in front of the team until he cums."

Alan's eyes widened. The thought of jerking off in front of his team had
him rock hard with anticipation. He stood by the side of the pool watching
his team practice, some of the team coming up to him every now and again
and casually brushing by him, allowing him to feel their hard cocks through
their suits. At the end of the practice Danny brought Alan his suit. "Hey
Coach, you up for a little side bet?"

"What are you thinking?"

"For every swim meet I win you do practice naked. The guys liked seeing you
slightly humiliated. If I lose a meet, I practice naked."

"If it'll give you incentive to win, I'll do it," Alan said.

"Looks like you've got some precum there, Coach," he said as he handed the
suit to Alan.

Alan looked down at his cock. "Looks like." He put his suit on and pulled
it up his legs, realizing it wouldn't entirely cover his cock. His tip
stuck out over the waist of his suit.

"That's a good look on you, Coach." Danny said, slapping Alan on the butt
as he walked by him. "Next race we do naked for time." Alan felt some
precum ooze out of his tip.

End Chapter 1

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