Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:39:06 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 16

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 16

By R. A. Swain


Professor Larry Lampert walked through the gym to the locker room. He
hesitated at the door, glancing about before entering the room where naked
youth was lurking. He pushed open the door and walked slowing into the room
of lockers and showers, and young naked men; at least, a few young naked
men. He quickly crossed the room trying to avert his eyes from any of the
tempting naked bodies that might be in the locker alcoves, and approached
the door to the coach's office. Knocking gently he waited a second before
entering.

At the desk opposite the door sat Coach Alan Adams; his wind breaker jacket
opened slightly revealing a bare chest. "May I help you?"

Larry looked around the office. "I'm looking for Dick."

Alan snickered. "Look out in the locker room, there's plenty."

"I mean I'm looking for Coach Patterson."

"I know what you meant," Alan said. "You're Professor Lampert. We met at
faculty orientation."

Larry looked around again. "I had better leave." He turned and reached for
the door knob.

"Don't." Alan's tone was more of an order.

Larry froze.

"I know why you're here," Alan said. "Dick told me about you, about how you
like to be told what to do."

Larry looked up at the ceiling, his hand didn't move from the door knob,
but he didn't open it. "I don't know what—"

"Yes you do," Alan said, cutting him off. He rose from his seat and walked
around the desk to Larry. Placing his hand on other man's shoulder, he spun
the Professor of Library Sciences around to face him. "You can't deny what
Dick told me." He reached down and groped Larry's crotch.

Larry drew in a deep breath and sighed slightly. "Please Coach Adams. I
don't know what Dick told you."

"You're here because Dick told you to be here, and I'm here because Dick
wants me to learn a bit about domination from his perspective." Alan
reached up to the long stick attached to the blind on the window looking
out at the locker room and opened it just enough to peer out. "Look out
there."

Larry glanced over his shoulder out the window toward the locker room,
while Alan groped him through his slacks.

"Are you freeballing" Alan asked.

"I'm wearing boxers," Larry answered, breathing hard, adding, "loose,
cotton boxers."

Alan guided Larry around again to face him toward the window. "Look out
there at the nubile young men stripping without a thought of who might be
watching them from in here. Look at their naked bodies, some dressing in
gym gear; some heading for the showers." Alan whispered in Larry's ear, his
hand kneading Larry's stiffening cock through his slacks. "Imagine if they
look in here. What will they see?" His hand worked Larry's fly open and he
reached in, groping and fishing around for the slit in his boxers. He found
what he was looking for and reached in, wrapping his hand around Larry's
stiff cock. With a flick of his wrist he pulled Larry's cock from his
trousers.

"Dick wasn't exaggerating. You are hung." He began stroking the long
cock. "Look out there." He gestured to the window again. He fumbled with
Larry's belt and opened it, allowing the professor's slacks to drop to his
ankles. He tugged down Larry's boxers.

Larry looked out at the locker room. He saw several of the man who
frequented the library, men he fantasized about seeing naked, wondered
about, now his questioning fantasies being answered.

"I'm going to fuck you," Alan whispered. He let go of Larry's cock and
Larry grabbed himself, resuming stroking himself while Alan moved to the
desk, opened the drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom. He
opened his shorts and dropped them, tugged his Speedo down to his thighs
and stepped back to Larry. He sheathed his cock and poured some lube over
it, then poured more on his hand. He rubbed his fingers between the cheeks
of Larry's waiting ass, his middle finger finding the goal, the hole he was
going to claim as his prize.

Larry shivered at the feeling of Alan's finger gently circling around his
hole, slowly exploring the tightness, slipping his finger in deeper and
deeper, reaching around with his other hand and stroking Larry's cock. Alan
pressed his own cock against Larry's body, between his ass cheeks and
rubbed his mushroom tip against the waiting hole. He pushed slightly
against the bud and then thrust forward.

Larry moaned loudly. He caught himself, hoping no one in the locker room
heard him, but he could tell they weren't hearing what was happening in the
coach's office. Three young men were engaged in a game of snapping towels
at each others cocks; oblivious to the pleasure their coach was taking a
few feet away in his office. Larry watched them laughing, enjoying their
camaraderie, feeling the length of Coach Adams cock as he slowly inserted
it deeper and deeper into the librarian.

"Fuck me," Larry whispered. "Fuck me harder."

Alan smiled. "I will," he replied. He gripped Larry's cock with his lubed
hand and then reached around with his other hand, under Larry's shirt,
caressing his hairy chest and then began working Larry's nipples going from
one to the other, pinching them just enough to get a reaction out of
Larry. He felt Larry thrusting back, impaling himself on Alan's cock as
Alan thrust forward even more. "Take my cock. Feel it. Feel how hot it is
in your ass."

"Fuck me," Larry said, louder than he intended. He opened his eyes again,
looking out at the locker room. He saw two young men, naked, holding towels
around their necks, glancing toward the office for a moment before going
back to their conversation, comfortable in their casual nakedness.

Alan stroked Larry faster as he thrust faster and harder into the other
man. He thrust deep and hard, feeling his balls slapping against the other
man's ass, and Larry moaned. "I'm coming!"

Alan stroked Larry's cock and pulled back watching Larry shoot his load
against the wall beneath the window. He pulled his cock out of the
librarian's ass and pulled the condom off, stroking his own cock until he
blew his load on Larry's soft, taunt globes watching it coat his fuzzy ass
cheeks. He leaned forward and pressed against Larry's ass once again,
smearing his cum against his pubic hair and Larry's ass. Both men were
breathing hard as they stood there looking out the window at the naked
college students milling about.

Alan reached for a towel on the wall rack next to the window and wiped his
hand before wiping his crotch and then Larry's ass for him; and then wiping
down the wall. "That was hot," he said.

Larry cleared his throat, looked around at Alan, glancing down to see the
coach's hairy cock. "Yes, it was," he almost whispered. "Thank you." He
reached down and pulled up his boxers, then bent and pulled up his slacks.

Alan pulled up his Speedo and kicked his shorts off completely. Larry
looked at him questioningly, and Alan smiled. "This is what I wear to
practice, unless I lose a bet."

"Oh?" Larry's tone told him he needed to explain.

"Sometimes I attend practice naked."

Larry smiled. "I wish I could feel as comfortable naked and you seem to
feel."

Alan ran his eyes up and down Larry's clothed body. "From what I did see
you've got nothing to be ashamed of. That reminds me, Dick wants you to be
here at six P.M. this evening. And when you get here you are to strip to
your boxers outside of this office before knocking."

Larry paled. "Outside? In the locker room? What if there are some young men
out there? They'll know something is up."

Alan grinned. "Probably your cock will be up, and I'm sure they'll know
it."

"But I—"

"You'll do it," Alan said. "Unless you want Dick to do something else to
you for disobeying his orders?"

"No, I—" Larry stopped.

"Don't worry. I'll tell Dick you're going to be here at six." Alan said.

"Thank you Coach," Larry said.

"Call me Alan. We are peers, after all. And I did just fuck you."

"Alan," Larry did as requested. "Yes, you did. You certainly did."

"I can tell you liked it." Alan groped the crotch of his Speedo suit.

"Um, yes. I'm hoping we can, um, maybe, if you want to, you might, I
mean..." Larry let his train of thought trail off.

"Do it again sometime?" Alan finished Larry's thought.

"Yes. I mean, if you want to."

Alan smiled. "I'm going to have you again; maybe in your office next
time. I'll let you know."

"Thank you, Alan." Larry said. He turned to leave.

"Remember, six P.M." Alan reminded him.

Larry opened the door and stumbled right into Pete Cranston with a towel
around his neck, wearing his swimsuit, looking sexy. "Oh, excuse me," Larry
said, briefly placing his hand on Pete's bare chest for balance.

"Professor Lampert," Pete said. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Larry looked around. "Why not? This is the men's locker room, and I am a
man."

"Yes you are," Pete said, glancing down at Larry's crotch. He reached down
and adjusted his own crotch.

"Yes, well, I must be going," Larry said. He hurried out of the locker room
struggling with his rapidly growing erection.

Pete stepped into the coach's office. "Hi Coach. Um, you look flushed. Are
you okay?"

Alan pulled off his wind breaker. "Yes, fine. Just got back from a workout
earlier. What can I do for you today?"

Pete stepped forward, reached out and groped Alan's crotch. "You can let me
suck you off later."

Alan cleared his throat. "Pete, I am your coach. I need that respect."

"Yes Coach, can I come by your place later?" Pete asked, a sly smile on his
lips.

"We'll see how well you do in practice. You might need some more guidance
later on," Alan replied. "What else did you need?"

"Danny's not here today. What do you want the guys to work on?" Pete said,
adjusting his crotch again while looking at Alan's crotch.

"Danny's out? Something wrong with him?"

"I don't know. Haven't seen him today."

"Okay, well, let's work on relays today. We need more practice in
them. Maybe I'll join in a race later. Might be fun." Alan adjusted his
crotch and his growing cock in his swimsuit.

Pete left the office as Dick Patterson walked in. "Hi Coach," Pete said on
his way out.

"Pete," Dick acknowledged the young man leaving. He looked around the
office. "So how's the day going?"

Alan leaned back against his desk. "Going very, very well."

"I can see that," Dick said, groping Alan's cock through his swimsuit as he
paused before going to his desk. "You got practice?"

"Yes," Alan replied.

"A hard-on in the Speedo is a good look on you." Dick smirked and picked up
his whistle. "Catch ya later."

"Hey, have you seen Danny today?" Alan asked.

Dick paused. "Nope. I usually don't see him much, unless it's at practice
or your place."

Alan looked down at his crotch. "Um, yeah. Okay. Just wondered."

"Later, dude." Dick said, giving Alan a playful nipple pinch on his way
out.  Alan laughed and swatted at Dick's ass. "Later," he replied.

End Chapter 16


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