Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 21:38:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 36

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 36

By R. A. Swain


"Hey Alan," Steve Markowitz called out as Coach Adams entered the locker
room. Alan looked up and saw the wrestling coach walking across the
room. "How's it going?"

"Good Steve," Alan said. "How about you?"

"I'm doing great. The team is going to the regional. How's your team
doing?" Steve asked.

"They're doing great. We're going to take the state this year," Alan
said. He walked into the office.

Steve Followed Alan into the office. "You know my boys suggested something
funny the other day," he said. "They suggested I could take you in one of
our special wrestling matches."

Alan glanced over at his fellow coach; a squat man, solid build, buzz cut
hair like a marine, blue eyes and black hair, about one hundred and
sixty-five pounds. "Special wrestling matches?"

Steve smiled. "Me and some of the guys have these special rip and strip
matches, and from what I hear about you they would be something right up
your alley," he said.

Alan's ears perked up at the word `strip'. "What have you heard?" he asked.

"Just some talk among the boys. I hear you're one of Danny West's favorite
coaches. Danny's a fun student," Steve said.

"Yes, he is," Alan said. "So tell me about this rip and strip wrestling?"

Steve noted he had Alan's full attention. "We wear some old clothes and
wrestle until one of us has stripped the other naked and pinned him," he
explained. "Winner tops loser any way he wants."

"And your boys thought it would fun to watch the two of us wrestle until I
strip you and top you?" Alan asked.

Steve laughed. "Something like that, only I'll be the one stripping and
topping you," he said. "Are you up for it?"

Alan adjusted himself in his speedo and looked at Steve again sizing him
up. He could plainly take him Alan thought. "Okay, I'm game."

"Saturday afternoon in the upper level training room good for you?" Steve
asked.

"Very good."

*

Alan showed up around one on Saturday to the upper level training room to
find several of the swim team, as few basketball players and several
wrestlers and Lacrosse players hanging around. He nodded to them. "Hello
fellows," he greeted them.

"Hi Coach," several of them replied with smirks on their faces.

He spotted Steve wearing some jersey shorts and a t-shirt. "Hey Steve," he
called out.

Steve turned to size up his competition. Granted Alan was taller, but he
was sure he could take him. "Hey Alan. You're all set for our match?"

Alan smiled. "Yeah, this should be fun. You ever do any oil wrestling?" he
asked.

Steve's eyes lit up. "Yes, usually after the main bouts we get down to some
other matches."

"I'll keep that in mind," Alan said.

"So are you ready to start?" Steve asked.

"I'm ready."

"Good, we just need to wait a second for the ref to show up."

"Who would that be?" Alan asked. "I just assumed one of the boys would call
the match."

"We'll I thought it would be more fair if I got someone else, with no
interest in the match to ref," Steve answered. As he spoke Professor
Lampert came in the room. "There he is now."

Alan smiled at the sight of Larry Lampert in a striped ref's shirt with bow
tie, black pants and sneakers. "He dressed the part," Alan said.

"Larry wrestled in college. In fact he was top in his weight division three
years running," Steve filled him in.

"Really? Wow. He never mentioned it, but we've never really wrestled," Alan
said.

"He wrestles with Dick Patterson a lot, from what I hear," Steve said.

They greeted Larry and after a few words he blew his whistle getting the
attention of all in attendance. "Greetings and welcome to the monthly rip
and strip matches," Larry said.  "Today we've got a treat. Coaches Adams
and Markowitz are the featured match. I understand some of you boys have
side bets on who will win, and rumor has it the captains of the swim team
and wrestling team have their own bouts later. I can't wait. So you all
know the rules. Rip and strip until one of you is naked, then pinned, then
topped. If you surrender at anytime during the match you lose. Simple. Are
the contestants ready?"

Alan and Steve nodded to Larry. He blew a whistle and stepped back. Steve
reached out and grabbed Alan by the neck. Alan pulled back but couldn't get
away from the shorter man. He reached out and matched Steve's hold, both
men trying to pull the other off balance. Steve grabbed Alan's t-shirt and
tugged at it, ripping it slightly. Alan was getting the idea of the match,
and quickly grabbed Steve's t-shirt by the collar and pulled at it. He
ripped it but not enough to strip it from Steve's body, only enough to
reveal Steve's hairy chest.

Steve broke free from Alan's grasp and grabbed him by the waist pulling at
Alan's school color jersey shorts. Alan grabbed Steve's shirt again from
the back and ripped it enough to tear it in half. He then pulled one side
of it from Steve's body.

Steve grabbed Alan's shirt from the back and tore it down the center
leaving it in tatters on the swim coach. Alan lost his balance as Steve
came at him low and quick, pulling his legs out from under him. Steve
quickly straddled his opponent and tore the rest of Alan's t-shirt
off. Alan bucked his hips and toppled Steve from his position on top of
him, and in a quick gesture grabbed Steve's jersey short and ripped them
half off the squat wrestling coach.

Alan was beginning to like this kind of wrestling. He wished Dick or Steve
had told him about it before. His cock was getting hard in his jockstrap as
he felt Steve grope him a few times in an attempt to tear his shorts
off. The two men fell to the mat again and Alan straddled Steve. They pawed
at each other's shorts, tugging and tearing at them until Alan felt his old
worn shorts give way and he realized he was now in just his
jockstrap. Steve's short were only hanging on him by the waistband, but
Alan knew he had to get the other man naked and pinned in order to top him.

Larry blew the whistle. "Break," he said. "Two minutes to rest."

Alan climbed to his feet panting. Danny and Pete came over with a water
bottle. "Here you go coach," Danny said. "You're doing great. You can take
him."

"Ya think?" Alan asked.

"I hope so, or I'm gonna be blowing several guys this week," Danny replied
with a smirk.

"Me too," Pete added.

Alan looked across the mat at the wrestling coach who was surrounded by his
team captain and a couple of other guys. They were probably giving him the
same pep talk, Alan thought.

Larry blew the whistle and the match resumed. Alan made a quick grab from
Steve's shorts and pulled them down enough to knock the other man off
balance. He pulled the shorts off Steve to reveal a tattered jockstrap. It
was then Alan felt Steve ripping the strap of his jock. He felt the elastic
giving and his balls falling from their pouch into view. He grabbed Steve's
jock and pulled at the leg bands also and tore one loose. He rolled over as
Steve straddled him and he pulled the waistband of Steve's jock down and
hooked it under his opponent's balls.

Steve was very hairy, and his cock was a rock hard seven and a half inches
curved upward. Alan was impressed. He'd seen Steve naked in the showers
before but never hard. He felt his own cock growing at the feel of Steve's
hands pulling on his jock pouch. In a quick move Alan ripped Steve's jock
down his legs revealing the coach to the crowd.

It didn't take but a second for Steve to retaliate and pulled Alan's jock
off. Now both men were naked and in different states of arousal. Steve was
rock hard, his cock pointing up against his flat stomach, while Alan was
not yet fully hard and his cock was pointing straight out from his crotch.

Steve smiled and gripped Alan's cock as he pulled the taller man to
him. "Now this is what I like. I'm gonna have fun with your cock today," he
said pumping Alan's cock a few time before letting it go.

Alan felt his cock growing harder. He reached down ad stroked Steve a few
times. "I like the feel of yours as well. Gonna feel good fucking you in
front of your team while I reach around and jerk you off."

"Trash talk," Steve said. "It gets me hard."

"You're already hard."

"I get even harder," Steve replied. He piled into Alan and the two men fell
to the mat again. He moved quickly trying to grab Alan's legs, but Alan was
supple enough to get a scissor hold on Steve, their cocks rubbing against
each other, and then Alan straddled the shorter man, and using all his
weight he pinned him.

They lay there for what seemed to Alan like a lifetime and them Larry blew
the whistle. "We have a winner," the professor of Library Sciences said,
hitting the mat. Alan rolled off of Steve. Both men breathing hard.

"Fuck, you're good," Steve said.

"You're about to find out," Alan answered.  Steve shook his
head. "Damn. Don't suppose you'd go for best two outta three?"

Alan shook his head. "Nope. The match was for top, and I'm gonna top you."

Steve took several breathes. "Okay." He signaled for his team captain to
bring him a bottle. He handed to bottle to Alan. "Lube," he said, adding,
"be gentle."

"Like you would've been with me?" Alan mused.

Steve stood up. "Okay guys, I lost. A bet's a bet." He turned to Alan. "How
do you want me?"

Alan smiled. "Let's start with you on your knees jerking your cock while
you suck my cock," he said.

Everyone watched intently as the wrestling coach slowly sank to his knees
in front of the swim coach while he stroked his cock. He then took Alan's
cock in his mouth and began slurping on it. There were several audible
moans from the guys sitting around watching their coaches engage in sex.

After several minutes Alan pulled Steve to his feet and pressed his mouth
over Steve's, then he pushed Steve back to the ground, and got down behind
him, lubing up his sheathed cock. He lubed Steve's hole and explored it
with his middle finger for a few moments before pressing his tip against
Steve. Then in a quick thrust he penetrated the wrestling coach. Steve
moaned and growled, gritting his teeth. He didn't often lose, usually being
on the giving end. He groaned more as Alan thrust in and out of his ass. He
relaxed a bit when he felt Alan reach around his waist and first pinch his
nipples then run his hands down through the fur of his chest and grip his
cock with lubed up hands. He moaned as Alan fisted his cock and stroked it
while he fucked him from behind.

Opening his eyes, Steve saw the hungry look in the eyes of several of his
team who were watching him pay up. He knew he was going to be challenged
more now that they saw him lose. He wondered which ones he would let beat
him, maybe in a private match. His mind reeled with fantasy as he felt cum
building in his shaft. It wasn't long before he moaned and bucked
slightly. "I'm gonna cum," he said.

Alan pulled out of the coach, and continued to stroke him, leaning him back
against his chest. He jerked Steve hard and fast and watched as Steve
shuddered and blew his load on the mat in front of him. Alan unsheathed his
cock and stood up over the wrestling coach. He looked down at Steve. "Jerk
me off," he ordered.

Steve reached up and began stroking Alan's cock. He stroked and watched the
evil grin on Alan's face. Then he felt Alan's cock pulse. "I'm gonna shoot
my load on your chest," Alan said. With a few more stroked Alan was pumping
out warm cum on Steve and Steve was willingly accepting it.

Alan leaned down. "That was hot. You're good. We should play more, in
private."

Steve nodded.

End Chapter 36


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