Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 06:10:47 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation Chapter 2

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 2

Coach Alan Adams stood by the college pool watching his swim team
practice. There was nothing unusual about this other than the fact Alan
Adams was naked. That had become an almost constant state for him at
practices since he first accepted a bet from one of his team, Daniel
West. The current bet had him naked every time Daniel won his event at a
meet, and so far Daniel had only lost one meet. Of course Daniel played
fair and he spent that practice naked, but had improved a great deal since
then. Coach Adams had avoided accepting several other proposed bets from
Daniel and his team mates. He had already lost a bet placing him in the
position of having to have an erection for an entire practice. Alan
admitted to himself that he liked having a hard-on in front of his team,
and really enjoyed the fact he lost a bet and was sort of forced to
humiliate himself that way in front of the guys. He also had to admit being
naked at practice got him semi-hard every time. He was lost in his thoughts
when he heard a throat clear behind him. Whirling around, he was confronted
with basketball coach Richard Patterson.

"Hi ya, Alan," Coach Patterson said, a smirk on his lips.

"Uh, Dick, hi. I, uh, I can explain this," he said dropping his hands
before him trying to hide his cock behind his clipboard.

"No need," Coach Patterson said. "I'm guessing you lost a bet to one of
your team. I've been there myself."

"You have?" Alan asked, relaxing a bit. He let his hands fall to his side
revealing his semi-hard cock to his co-worker.

"I've spent more than one basketball practice wearing only my sneakers and
socks," Dick Patterson said. He kept glancing down at Alan's
cock. "Sometimes more than that as well. You'll find these guys can be
pretty creative in what they are willing to bet."

Alan smiled. "Yeah, they've suggested some things I haven't accepted."

"Yet," Dick said.

"Huh?"

"Man, look at you. You're semi-hard out here, naked in front of your
team. This turns you on as much as it turns me on." Dick said. He groped
his crotch to emphasize his meaning. "Eventually they'll suggest something
that gets you so turned on you can't resist."

"Is that what happened to you?" Alan asked.

"Something like that. But you have to maintain your authority over
them. Discipline them when they need it. If you don't you'll end up being
their slave, literally."

"Discipline?"  "Yeah."

"I've heard things about," Alan paused, "urination, and cock fights."

Dick smiled. "Yup. I've done more as well."

Alan's eyes widened. "I heard you let your team piss and cum on you at a
year end party. Is that true?"

Dick glanced down and thought he saw Alan's cock swell a little more. "It
was a bet. They won the conference championship. I took a piss and cum bet
with them and paid up. I've also been fucked by a few of my team when I
lost a rather big bet to them."

Alan put his clipboard back in front of his cock which was swelling a great
deal. "We shouldn't talk about this now," he said.

Dick smirked. "Is it getting to you?"

Alan smiled and blushed. "A little."

"Looks good from here."

Alan blushed even more. "We really shouldn't talk about this," he
said. "I've got to maintain some control. You said so yourself."

"Yes, that's important. I'm sure your team likes to see you
hard. Especially that West kid."

Alan smiled. "Yeah, he's the one who initiated the bets."

"Yeah, he likes to see me naked and hard also. I've taken him down a peg or
two with cock fights and such," Dick said.

"I've heard about the cockfighting. That's taking things to a new
level. Besides," Alan paused again, glancing down, "I'm not sure I could
beat him."

"No? I'll have to give you some private lessons in cum control," Dick said.

"Cum control?" Alan asked.

Without answering Dick reached out and grabbed Alan's cock, which swelled
to a full hard-on immediately. Alan didn't pull back or move, but reacted
with some shock. "Dick, what are you doing?"

"Just giving your team a thrill."

"We'll stop it," Alan said, trying not to attract the team's attention more
then they already had.

Dick stroked Alan a few times before releasing his cock. He looked down at
Alan's cock which was now curved straight up toward his belly, and
smiled. "I'm tempted to offer you a bet myself."

Alan felt himself blushing a great deal as his team finished up practice
and slowly gathered around the two coaches. "What did you have in mind?"
Alan asked.

"Is that as big as you get?"

Alan looked down at his fully erect cock. "Pretty much."

Daniel West approached the coaches with a towel hanging over his
shoulders. "Hey coach Patterson."

"Daniel."

"I see you've caught us making Coach Adams pay up on a bet like we make you
pay up on bets."

"Yes I have. I was just thinking of offering him a bet myself."

"Yeah, how about you accept a bet with me instead."

"What've you got in mind?" Dick asked.

"A relay race between you and Coach Adams and me and Pete Cranston."

"I don't have a suit," Dick Patterson replied.

"No problem," Daniel said. "We'll do it nude."

"And what are the stakes?" Dick asked.

"Losers put on a jerkoff show for the team." Daniel said.

"No way," Alan said.

"Why not?" Dick asked. "I'm up for it. But we do it in the locker room, not
out here by the pool."

"If you do it in the locker room you jerk each other off when you lose,"
Daniel said.

Alan looked at Dick. "We can't do that. I've already done way more than I
should. If the Dean ever hears about this we're both fired. "

"Don't worry about the Dean," Dick said. "I can handle him. Besides, this
kind of betting promotes comradeship among the teams."

"I don't know," said Alan.

"Come on Coach Adams," Daniel said, tapping Pete Cranston on the
shoulder. He looked his thumbs in his speedo and pulled it down, revealing
his trimmed pubes and hefty cock and balls. Pete saw Coach Adams glance go
to Danny's cock and knew he could push the coach over the edge into
accepting the bet.

"Yeah Coach, come on," Pete said pulling his own suit off. He was six foot,
lean, blonde, and slightly hairy, but he shaved it so he was just slightly
stubbled. It was his six inch soft cock that would grew to nine inches when
fully hard that he knew would catch Coach Adams eye.

Alan sighed as he turned to see Coach Patterson stripping down to his
jockstrap, revealing his own muscular and hairy body. He tugged off his
jock and stood in front of Alan and the swim team, most of whom had seen
him naked many times, showing off his soft cock. Alan couldn't believe how
big Dick Patterson's cock looked. He knew it was definitely bigger than
his.

"You ready?" Dick asked.

Alan nodded, mesmerized by the naked cocks around him. "One lap each?" he
asked staring at Dick Patterson's cock.

"Yup," Danny replied. "And losing team jerk each other off in front of
everyone back in the locker room."

Alan shook his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You're only racing right now." Dick said. He slapped Alan on the ass when
he stepped up to the edge of the pool. "This'll be fun, and give the team
some more bonding with both of us."

"Now we can see if lag does make a difference," Danny said to Coach Alan.

Pete Cranston held up the whistle. "On your marks," he said. He waited
before he blew the whistle, watching Coach Adams and Danny both dive into
the pool. The two men were evenly matched, when Coach Adams wasn't
distracted by the thoughts of the naked men around him. Pete took his place
on the platform along with Coach Patterson. "This is way cool, Coach."

"You won't say that when you lose," Dick Patterson said.

"We'll see," Pete replied. Both watched as Coach Adams and Danny approached
the platform. They waited for their team mates to tag the platform before
diving in. Danny was ahead by a couple seconds. Pete knew he was a better
swimmer than Coach Patterson, so his confidence was high. Dick Patterson
followed him into the pool, doing his best to catch up to Pete. Danny and
Coach Adams sat on the edge of the pool watching the race.

"This is gonna be close," Alan said.

"Yeah. You ever jerkoff another guy before?" Danny asked.

Coach Adams looked down at the water. "How about you?"

"I asked you first," Danny said.

"I've told you guys I've been in a few circle jerks." He absentmindedly
reached down tugged his cock a few times.

"Getting in some practice?" Danny asked with a smirk.

Pete Cranston tagged the platform and lunged out of the water. "Woohoo! We
win." He stood up and his cock was noticeably semi-hard.

Coach Patterson climbed out of the pool, noticeably harder himself. "Sorry
Alan, I tried."

The team gathered around Danny and Pete slapping them on the back. "Ok
Coaches lets hit the locker room so you guys can pay up," Danny said.

Alan picked up his suit and Dick gathered his clothes and headed toward the
locker room doors. "I can't believe I'm gonna do this in front of these
guys."

"I'll bet you won't mind doing it alone with me," Dick whispered.

Alan didn't answer. He just walked into the locker room.

Once in the locker room the two coaches took a seat on a bench before the
lockers. Danny and Pete hadn't put their suits back on when they won,
opting to remain naked. Both guys were semi-hard as they took up a spot in
front of the coaches. "Well, Coach Adams, Coach Patterson, you guys lost."

Alan and Dick looked at each other. "Are we gonna do this?" Alan asked.

"Hell yes," Dick replied, reaching out without hesitation and taking hold
of Alan's cock. Alan shuddered as Dick wrapped his hand around his
shaft. He quickly reciprocated, grabbing Dick's cock. He froze for a
moment, taking in the wonderful feel of Dick's cock as it grew in his
hand. He stroked it the full length and looked at it growing. The tip was
almost as big as his fist.

Several of the guys on the team who hadn't stripped naked were now shedding
their suits or at least taking their cocks out and stroking themselves as
they watched their coaches jerking each other off.

Alan looked around at all the naked and hard cocks in the room, and sighed
at the feeling of Dick Patterson's hand on his cock. Dick knew exactly what
to do to get him going. "Oh yeah, stroke me," he whispered.

"I will," Dick said. "But I want you to hold out as long as you can. If you
can hold out longer than me, I'll give you a real private session later."

Alan smiled. "I'll try."

The team stood around in a circle stroking their cocks while watching their
coaches stroke each other. "Yeah, Coach Patterson, stroke that cock," one
of them said.

Dick Patterson squeezed Alan Adams cock as he stroked it.

Alan moaned and shuddered. "I'm cumming," he said. He moaned again and
shuddered. "Oh yeah! Jerk me!"

Dick squeezed Alan's cock again and stroked faster. Alan bucked his hips
and a ribbon of cum shot out up his stomach and chest. Dick groaned at the
sight and shot his own load, feeling Alan's hand match him stroke for
stroke. His cum coating his stomach and cock. Both coaches slowed and took
deep breathes but neither stopped stroking the other.

Pete Cranston bucked his hips and shot his load on the floor before
him. Danny West did the same. They watched as most of their team mates
joined them in cumming. Young men groaning and cumming, and bucking their
hips and shouting.

Alan watched his team as most of them shot their cum on the floor before
him. He nodded to Danny. "Go get a mop and clean this mess up."

Danny smiled. "Sure coach." He let his eyes drift down to Alan's cock,
which was already growing again.

End Chapter 2