Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 20:13:21 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 11

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 11

By R. A. Swain


Dylan Clark walked across the locker room and to the coach's office. He
opened the door and walked in. Coach Patterson stood in the middle of the
room pulling up his jock strap.

"Christ Clark, don't you ever knock?" Dick Patterson said, adjusting the
straps of his jock.

"We're all guys here," Dylan said. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen
you naked and more." He leered at the smooth chest of the older coach.

Dick didn't continue dressing. He stood by the door in his jock, leaning
against the door frame. "What can I do for you?"

"I can think of several things," Dylan said, adding, "But I came here
looking for Coach Adams."

"Oh? Planning on shaving him, are you?"

Dylan smiled. "No, I like the little bit of fur he has. Would you like me
shave him?"

Dick shrugged. "Haven't given it much thought."

Dylan ogled the almost naked coach leaning against the door frame. "What
would you like to see me do to Coach Adams?"

"Nothing. He's a fellow teacher. I wouldn't want to see you do anything to
him," Dick replied. He ran his hand down his smooth chest.

"Oh come on, Coach. I think you'd like to watch me make Coach Adams do
something like suck off the whole team, or maybe see him double teamed by a
couple guys?"

Dick felt his cock begin to throb and start to grow in his jock pouch as he
listened to Dylan talk.

"Maybe you'd like me to make Coach Adams suck you off in front of everyone,
while I fuck his ass. I'll bet you'd like standing in front of him watching
me plow his ass," Dylan said.

Dick felt his cock stiffen up and stretch the material of his pouch. He
shook his head. "No man, I wouldn't want to watch you fuck him."

"Oh? Would you rather be fucking him while he sucks me off?"

Dick shifted from one foot to the other. "Clark, you're a dangerous guy."

"Me Coach?"

"Yes, you. You're cocky."

Dylan smiled. "You love it."

Dick stared at the young college guy. "Even if I do you'll never know."

Dylan walked across the office and stood in front of Coach Patterson. He
reached out and took firm hold of the extended pouch of Dick's jock. Dick
drew in a deep breath, but didn't pull away or protest. "I think you like
my cockiness a lot." Dylan brought his right hand up to Dick's left
nipple. He gently circled his index finger around the stiffening nipple,
and then clamped it between his thumb and forefinger. "Come on, Coach. You
up to a bet tonight? Wanna put your ass on the line?"

"Not tonight," Dick gasped. His cock throbbed in Dylan's hand and he wished
Dylan would strip off the jockstrap and jerk him off.

"Come on Coach. You know you want my cock up your ass," Dylan teased.

Dick laughed. "Maybe, someday, but not today. Get out of here and let me
get going. I've got work to do."

Dylan squeezed Patterson's cock once again and released him. "Alright
Coach. Some other time." He left, a smirk crossing his lips as he eyed
Patterson up and down one last time.

Dick watched the college boy walk out of the locker room and then closed
the office door. He reached down and groped his cock. Kid left me horned
up, he thought. I've got to deal with this.

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Pete Cranston sat at the table in the library with books spread out in
front of him looking more like a student and less like the image of the
carefree jock he projected most of the time. He was trying to concentrate
on the research he was doing for his history major, but the Librarian,
Dr. Lampert kept him distracted. Dr. Lampert, he guessed, was in his mid
thirties, blond, about five foot ten inches, slim but not skinny, and
dressed like a geeky professor right down to the bow tie and tweed jacket
with the arm patched. In spite of the geekiness, as Pete saw it, he found
the man hot. He would spend hours in the library skulking in the stacks,
surreptitiously watching Dr. Lampert working.

Larry Lampert was not unaware of Pete Cranston. The college senior and all
around athlete caught his eye because one of Pete Cranston's most endearing
charms, as far as Dr. Lampert was concerned, was his wardrobe. Pete usually
wore cargo shorts, loafers, and either a t-shirt or camp shirt, and if it
were a camp shirt he rarely buttoned it, prompting Dr. Lampert to remind
Pete on a multitude of occasions to button his shirt in public
buildings. He hated making the young man button his shirt, wishing instead
he could tell him to take it off. He glanced across the library at Pete,
wondering again what the young man would look like naked lying on a library
table begging the professor of Library Sciences to fuck him. He wondered if
Pete had a smooth ass or a fuzzy ass, and if it were fuzzy was it peach
fuzz or hairy like an ape.

"Well, if it isn't Larry the Librarian," Coach Patterson said, wandering up
behind Dr. Lampert.

Larry recognized the voice and felt his cock twitch in his trousers. "Coach
Patterson," he replied as acknowledgement of the coach's presences. He
turned to see the older man in tight gray jersey shorts, and a wind
breaker.

"Tell me, Larry," Dick Patterson asked, "what time do you get off tonight?"

"Around ten," Larry replied.

The coach smiled and made a buzzing sound. "Wrong answer, Larry. You get
off after you get me off," Dick said. He blatantly groped his crotch.

Larry allowed his eyes to roam over the coach's tight hard body before
snapping back to reality. "Dick, you can't just come in here and demand I
get you off like that."

"Why not?"

"Because, for one thing we could be fired. For another, there are still a
couple people in the building aside from us. And for the third reason, I
expect to be treated with respect by my fellow professors," Larry answered.

Dick Patterson smiled and stepped closer to Larry Lampert, reaching out and
groping him through his brown cotton slacks. He felt Larry's cock pulse in
his grip and start to grow. "Second floor men's room?"

"I'd rather do it in the stacks on the third floor. Less chance of anyone
catching us there," Larry said. He pulled back from Dick's grip and
straightened his jacket. "You go first. I'll join you in a moment." He
glanced around to see only Pete Cranston sitting at the research table. No
one else seemed to be in the building. "Coach, the material you're looking
for is on the third floor," he said loud enough for Pete to hear. "Go on up
and I'll be up to help you find it in a moment."

Pete looked up and saw his basketball coach talking with the librarian. The
coach walked off toward the stairs and Dr. Lampert came toward the
table. He thought Dr. Lampert has a large bulge in his slacks, but he
dismissed it as his imagination.

"Peter, I've got to close up a few minutes early tonight, if you don't
mind."

Pete smiled at the professor. "No problem. I'll clear out. I need to finish
this at home anyway." He gathered his books and headed toward the exit,
pausing to see if Dr. Lampert were watching him. When he saw the librarian
turn toward the desk Pete ducked down the row of books and hid behind the
end of the aisle.

Larry Lampert glanced up and saw Pete was gone. Assuming the student had
left the building he hurriedly locked up and headed to the third floor,
unaware Pete was watching him from the stacks. On the third floor he
started toward the stacks at the far end of floor. He rounded a corner and
found the basketball coach standing among the shelves, his shorts on the
floor next to him along with his windbreaker, wearing only his jock,
sneakers and socks.

Dick turned around to see the librarian staring at him. "You wanna suck on
my big cock, don't cha?"

Larry nodded, mesmerized by the almost naked coach. He took a step toward
Dick.

"Whoa. Hold on, boy." Dick said with a grin. "Open your fly. Take you cock
out and show me how hard it makes you to see me like this."

Without question Dr. Larry Lampert, dignified college professor of Library
Sciences, a man who prided himself on his self-disciplined nature that got
him through school, reached for his fly, opened it as ordered, reached in
and withdrew his hard cock as ordered. Standing in front of the almost
naked jock he stroked his cock.

"You get turned on begin ordered around, don't you?" Dick asked.

Larry nodded. "Yes. Coach, please let me suck your cock."

"Take your pants off first," Dick ordered.

Again without question Larry rapidly obeyed the command, opening his belt
and shedding his brown slacks, revealing gray boxer-briefs and brown dress
socks.

"Get your balls out of your shorts," Dick ordered.

Larry obliged, slipping his balls through the fly of his boxer-briefs as
well.

"Stroke yourself," Dick said. "I wanna see those low hanging balls swing."

Larry was aware his balls were considered low hangers. He sometimes wore a
ball stretcher beneath his clothing for the sensual feeling it gave him. He
fisted his erection and pumped it furiously making his balls swing wildly
about until Dick ordered him to stop.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock through my jock," Dick growled.

Larry didn't question the order. He relished it. Dropping to his knees he
literally crawled several feet down the aisle to the basketball coach and
placed his hot mouth over the stretched fabric of the pouch, taking in the
scent of sweat and taste of detergent as he sucked on the sheathed cock.

Dick leaned his head back against the stacks and sighed. "That's it, get
that jock wet. Eat my cock through the material." He placed his palm down
on the top of the librarian's head and gently guided him, grinding his
pouch against the man's face. He felt Larry's hands on his thighs, then
reaching up to his stomach and chest. He ground his sheathed cock forward
into Larry's mouth before reaching down and pulling his jock off, allowing
his cock to snap out against the librarian's face.

Larry sighed and moaned as the naked cock slapped his cheek. He took hold
of it and licked the underside of the shaft to the tip, tickling it with
his tongue just below the tip. Dick reached down and took hold of his own
cock with one hand and placed his other hand on the top of Larry's head
once again. He slapped his hard shaft across his fellow professor's face.

"Suck it, boy. Suck my cock."

Larry hungrily took the tip of the older man's cock into his mouth and
began swirling his tongue around it before pressing his lips tightly around
the shaft and slowly bobbing his head forward until his nose was pressed
against the smoothly shaved pubic area of the coach.

Dick breathed deeply and opened his eyes to see Pete Cranston standing at
the end of the aisle, his cargo shorts around his ankles, his camp shirt
open, watching the two college teachers while he stroked his cock. He
didn't react in panic, knowing Larry was going to be freaked out for a
moment. Instead Dick held a finger up to his lips to signal Pete to be
quiet for a moment, then he gently pulled Larry to his feet and pressed
their lips together, forcing his tongue in Larry's mouth.

His hands reached under the younger professor's shirt and pinched his
nipples, and then slipped under the waistband of his boxer-briefs and
slipped them down revealing Larry's ass to Pete. He ground his cock against
Larry's as Larry stepped out of his underwear and felt the coach's rock
hard cock against his own.

Dick slowly turned Larry around and whispered in his ear. "Larry, I want
you to meet Pete Cranston, one of my students."

Larry's eyes shot open and look of shear terror crossed his face, followed
by confusion as he saw the naked college senior standing two feet away
stroking his cock. "Ah, er, I—"

Pete smiled at the sight of the librarian, naked from the waist down except
for his socks; his dress shirt opened half the way up to his bow tie, still
wearing his tweed jacket, his cock jutting out before him like a saber. He
had a patch of neatly trimmed brown hair around his cock, and a trail
running up his stomach to disappear under his shirt. His legs were covered
in fine brown fuzz, and from the look of it, he did get some exercise
because his thighs looked muscular.

"Dr. Lampert, I presume," Pete said in mock of the librarian.

"I can explain this," Larry said.

"No need," Dick said.

"That's right," Pete quickly added, "no need. I can keep my mouth shut, or
opened if you like." He sank to his knees in front of the librarian and
took his formidable cock, long and thin and leaking precum in his
mouth. All the while Dick Patterson kept his arms wrapped around Larry and
rubbed his cock against Larry's ass.

"Don't worry, Larry," Dick said, between biting on Larry's earlobe. "Pete
is one of the best cock suckers on the team. You'll like this. You ever
been double teamed by a student and a professor before?"

Larry shook his head.

"You ever been double teamed before?" Dick asked.

Larry nodded. "Yes," he whispered. He thought back to his high school days
with his buddies, and his college days with his roommates, realizing he was
the filling in many sandwiches over the years.

Dick pushed down on Larry's shoulders. "Get the lube out of my wind
breaker," he ordered as the librarian sank to his knees again and Pete
stood up in front of him.

Pete looked into Dick's eyes. "This is cool, coach."

"Yeah, ain't it?" Dick replied, taking the lube from Larry. He began
priming his cock with it, and then Larry's ass. "Start sucking off one of
my star players," Dick ordered the librarian.

Without hesitation Larry leaned forward and took Pete's cock in his
mouth. He felt Dick rubbing his finger around his anal ring, feeling the
finger press into him, and then feeling Dick began finger fucking him. It
wasn't long before he felt Dick withdraw his finger and then felt something
much thicker pressing against his hole. He felt Pete's cock choking him,
and Dick's cock forcing the tip into his hole. It burned and ached, and
then felt good as the tip penetrated him, and then the shaft.

Dick didn't waste any time slamming his cock the full length of the shaft
all the way into Larry's ass until he felt his balls slapping against
Larry's. Larry moaned and choked as he was double fucked by a fellow
professor and a student. He shed his jacket and shirt as the two men fucked
him. Harder and faster he felt Dick riding his ass until the coach moaned
and withdrew his cock.

"I'm cumming, man." The coach moaned, gripping his cock and pumping it
until he shot stream after stream of hot cum on the librarian's fuzzy ass
and back.

Pete pulled his cock out of the librarian's mouth and began pumping his own
cock at the sight of his coach shooting his load. He shot his own cum on
Larry's chest, then fell to his knees before the librarian and took Larry's
cock in his mouth again, sucking it until Larry could take no more.

Larry pulled his cock from the young man's mouth and stroked himself,
squeezing his shaft until he shot his load on Pete's chest. The three men
lay on the floor breathing hard. Larry was the first to speak.

"I can't believe I let you guys do that to me," he said.

"You loved it," Dick said. "And for the record, this wasn't planned. I just
needed to get off after one of my students teased me into a massive hard
on, and I knew I could find you around."

Larry looked at Pete. Pete smiled. "It wasn't me, but I'm glad I stuck
around to watch the two of you. Dr. Lampert, I've wanted to do this to you
since I started college."

"I don't know what to say," Larry replied.

Dick looked at Larry, now wearing only his bow tie; a real tied one, and
his socks. "I like that outfit on you. I should get you to dress like that
in front of the basketball team sometime. We could really have some fun
with you."

Larry looked shocked, but the thought of it made his cock twitch.

"I think he likes the idea," Pete said, wrapping his hand around Larry's
cock and gently giving it a tug.

Larry didn't resist the hands of the student or the coach as they explored
his body again, rubbing their cum into his skin. "We can talk about more
public venues later," he said. "Right now I want to get fucked again. Any
takers?"


End chapter 11