Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 03:57:39 -0500
From: mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adam's Humiliation -- chapter 21

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 21

By R. A. Swain


Alan Adams lay back on his couch, stretched his bare legs out and rubbed
his hand down his bare chest to the waistband of his cotton boxers. His
eyes were locked on the laptop screen on his coffee table, occasionally
glancing toward the drapes, parted about three inches, wondering if anyone
was out in the parking lot peeping in on him. He wanted someone to be
watching him.

Several months ago he won't have even thought about being watched, about
the thrill it gave him, the feeling in his stomach, when he was naked in
front of any of his students. He would've rejected the notion of losing a
bet to a student and stripping naked or jerking off in front of his
students. It wasn't something he considered to be appropriate, but within a
few weeks of starting at the college his students and his co-worker had
released inhibitions he had kept so pent up he now wondered why he never
exploded. Sure he played a bit when he was a student, but this was very,
very different.

His hand drifted down over the front of his boxers and he casually groped
his cock through the soft cotton material as he watched the laptop and felt
his cock twitch. He thought, for a brief second, he saw a shadow move
across the window. He groped himself again and slipped his hand in the fly
of his boxers, casually playing with his cock but not pulling it out; not
yet. If someone was peeping in on him he wanted to give them a good
show. He was going to work himself up to a good hard-on before pulling out
of his boxers. Even if no one was watching, he wanted to enjoy a long
session of edging on a late Saturday afternoon. His hand caressed his
smooth balls, and tangled in the hair around his shaft before his fingers
drifted up and down the length of his shaft. He rubbed his finger across
his piss slit, feeling the shudder of pleasure run down the center of his
shaft right to his balls.

He remembered the first time he accidentally rubbed something across the
tip of his erect cock, back in his early teens, and the shiver of pleasure
he felt when he did it. After that it became an obsession. For the longest
time he would jerkoff by rubbing his briefs, or anything soft, across the
tip of his cock. He felt the strongest cum shots when he spent an hour or
more playing with his cock that way. He wrapped his fist around his shaft
and stroked himself a couple of times, and was about to pull his cock out
his fly when a knock at his door distracted him.

"Fuck," he muttered. He stood up and thought about answering the door as he
was, but reconsidered it donning a pair of cargo shorts. It wasn't much of
a cover, his cock still tenting out his pants. He walked across his living
room and opened the door.

"Hi Coach," Jeff Petrone said. He had a perpetual smirk on his face.

"Hi Jeff," Alan said to the high school senior. "What can I do for you?"

"I stopped by to talk about joining the swim the team next semester when I
enter college," Jeff said. "You said we could stop by and talk to you any
time."

Alan nodded. "Yeah, I did. Um, you wanna come in?"  Jeff looked at the half
naked coach and walked into the apartment. "You've got the one bedroom. My
dad has the same until a couple of buildings back. He's lived here since he
and mom split."

Alan closed the door. "Can I get you a soda?"

"A beer would be nice," Jeff replied.

"When you turn 21," Alan said. "Until then you get soda."

"Aw Coach," Jeff said with a laugh.

"Besides, as a coach I always suggest my teams stay way from booze." Alan
retrieved a bottle of soda from his kitchenette and turned to see Jeff
sitting on the couch in front of the laptop.

Jeff looked up as Alan handed him the soda. "Nice porn, Coach."

Alan sat down on the end of the couch. "You're old enough to see that, if
you want."

Jeff laughed. "I've see some." He looked at Alan leaning back against the
arm of the couch. "You've got a hot body. I mean, um, you're in good
shape."

"Thanks." Alan felt himself blush a little.

"I'd like to be like you when I finish college. I mean, I'd like to be a
coach," Jeff said. He took a swig on the soda.

"Really? You want to teach?" Alan asked.

"I guess. I'd like to be in great shape like you also," he answered.

Alan ran his hand down his bare chest and over his stomach. "I'm in okay
shape. I work at, ya know. You're in good shape, from what I've seen."

Jeff locked his eyes with Alan. "You've got a good boner going in your
shorts. I guess I interrupted a jack off session."

"Not really," Alan lied. "I mean, I can jerkoff anytime. Talking to you is
more important."

"I think you're really cool," Jeff said. "I mean, the stuff you do with
Danny, and the things I've heard."

"That isn't something I want getting around too much," Alan replied.

"Don't worry, Coach. Only the guys you've jerked off in front of know about
how cool, and how hot you are," Jeff said.

"I've heard rumor about your high school coach, Lawrence."

Jeff laughed. "Yeah, we've gotten him to do a few bets. Nothing as hot as
Danny's got you doing."

"Tell me about it? What have you gotten him to do?" Alan asked.

"Me personally? Nothing. Zach got him to jog around the track in just his
sneakers and socks once on a bet. And another time, at a weekend practice,
he got the Coach to swim ten naked laps." Jeff replied. "But nothing in
front of the team the way Danny gets you to do things."

"Do you want your coach to do things like I do?" Alan asked.

"Nah. Coach Lawrence isn't nearly as hot as you," Jeff answered. He groped
his cock through his cargo pants. "Thinking about this gets me hard."

"Me too," Alan said.

"Coach, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is it wrong that I really get off on dares and bets?" Jeff asked. He
didn't look at Alan as he spoke.

"No, it's not wrong. For me it's a guy thing. I'll tell you something. I
get off on it too. Do you remember the night in the Quick Burger when I had
to stick my cock in the chocolate shake?"

"Oh yeah," Jeff said. "I got really turned on that night watching you jerk
off."

"I remember. I enjoyed watching you jerk off as well," Alan said.

Jeff smiled. "Yeah, I got carried away that night." He looked around. "Hey,
you've got wii."

"Yeah. Bowling, golf, some other games."

"Cool. Zach, Rick and I play strip wii a lot," Jeff said.

"Oh yeah?" Alan asked.

"You like that idea, Coach? Three hot high school guys playing strip
games?" Jeff asked. He groped his crotch again, leaning back on the couch
and spreading his legs a bit.

"Yeah, I do," Alan said. "You wanna play something?"

Jeff's eyes twinkled. "Strip?"

"If you like." Alan replied.

"It'll be a short game, unless you're wearing more," Jeff laughed as he
said it.

"How about bowling?" Alan asked. "We play three games; loser of each game
takes something off. That way one of us will be naked at the end of the
third game.

Jeff smirked. "I'm wearing a lot more than you."

Alan laughed. "Strip down to two items and let's play."

"What does the winner get?" Jeff asked.

"What do you want?" Alan asked.

"Winner gets to explore the loser's body, any way he wants for one hour,"
Jeff replied, pulling his t-shirt over his head and toeing off his
sneakers.

Alan felt his cock pulse at the thought of exploring Jeff's body. "You're
on. You go first." He handed Jeff the control and watched him take a
practice swing before letting loose and then picking up the spare.

"You're turn," Jeff said sitting back on the couch.

"I think I've been hustled," Alan said. He took the control and bowled.

"Coach, did you always get into bets and dares? I mean, did it always turn
you on the way it does me?" Jeff asked.

"I guess," Alan said. "The thrill has always been there. I didn't do all
that much. A few times in college, but it wasn't until Danny West suggested
a bet that I got back into it." He watched Jeff finish off the tenth frame
and realized he'd lost the first game.

"Lose the cargo shorts," Jeff said.

Alan stood up again and dropped his pants to his ankles. "Next game," he
said. He paid more attention to this round and got Jeff out of his cargo
shorts.

"One more game, Coach." Jeff said, leering at the tent in Alan's
boxers. "Looks kind of uncomfortable."

Alan adjusted his cock in his shorts, but they were still tented out. "A
little. Looks like you've got the same predicament." He nodded to Jeff's
crotch.

Jeff groped his cock through the thin material of his boxers. "Yeah. Feels
kinda good."

Alan paid full attention to the game, but Jeff was just slightly better at
bowling.

"We wii bowl a lot," Jeff said as he won the final game.

Alan stood there before the high school senior looking at TV. "Well, I
guess I'd better get this over with," he said reaching for his waist.

"Hold on, Coach." Jeff said. "Since I won I think I should take them off of
you. Also I think I should start exploring your body." He stepped forward
and reached out to Alan's chest, running his hand over the fur and pinching
Alan's nipple. He noted Alan shiver at the pinch and saw his cock twitch in
his boxers. "You like that?"

Alan sighed. "Some guys are wired that way. Play with my nipples and my
cock jerks."

Jeff allowed his hand to run down the coach's chest and stomach to his
boxers. Instead of pulling them right off, he ran his hand over the front
of Alan's boxer shorts and slipped his hand into the fly. Alan shuddered
again at the touch of the young man. Jeff wrapped his hand our Alan's shaft
and stroked it a few times before pulling his cock out the fly of his
boxers. He also reached in and stroked Alan's low hanging balls and brought
them out. He stood back and looked at Alan's cock and balls.

"You like what you see?" Alan asked.

Jeff nodded. "Oh yeah. I've wanted to see you close up since the first time
you jerked off at the Quick Burger. DO me a favor and stroke yourself for
me."

Alan reached down and fisted his cock, stroking along the shaft from the
base to the tip. He repeated his movements for a few moments, until Jeff
reached out again and wrapped his hand around the thick member before
him. He stroked the coach a few times and then pulled off Alan's
boxers. "Can we go to your bedroom?" Jeff asked.

Alan nodded and they walked to the bedroom. He lay down on the bed and
spread his legs. "Why don't you take off your boxers to be more
comfortable?"

Jeff smiled. "I guess I could do that, but I still get to explore your
body."

"Oh yeah," Alan said. "I just thought you might like me to explore your
body as well."

"Yeah, I would," Jeff said. He pulled off his boxers and hopped on the bed
next to Alan. He lay back so he was facing Alan's semi rock hard cock and
his cock was in Alan's face. "Why don't you suck my cock," he ordered.

Alan looked at the smooth young man, taking his cock in his hand and
stroking him a few times before lowering his head down to the tip of Jeff's
cock and opened his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Jeff's
cock and then pressed his lips tightly around the smooth shaved shaft. Jeff
copied Alan's moves on his cock, taking the coach's thick cock into his
mouth. He breathed in and bobbed his head down on the thick shaft until his
nose was pressed into Alan's pubic hair.

Alan thrust his hips slightly, and Jeff copied the move, forcing his cock
into Alan's mouth. Alan moaned at the feeling of the young cock being
thrust into his mouth, and then shuddered at the feeling of the tip of his
own cock brushing against the back of Jeff's throat. "Oh God," he said,
pulling his mouth from Jeff's cock. "Suck my cock."

Jeff bobbed his head up and down the length of Alan's cock, his hands
running over Alan's thighs and over his furry ass. He sat up and looked at
the coach. Without a word he moved up Alan's body with his hands and
pressed his own body against Alan's hard cock. "Yes," he moaned. He ground
his cock against Alan's, thrusting up and down the length of Alan's cock,
rubbing his balls against Alan's.

Alan matched him thrust for thrust, and reciprocated the grinding motions,
his hands running up and down Jeff's back to his bubble butt, caressing his
skin and allowing his fingers to slip between Jeff's ass cheeks. Jeff
smiled down from his position on top of Alan.

"Coach, I think you want what I'm gonna get tonight," Jeff said.

"Huh?"

"I get to explore your body first. You got lube?" Jeff asked.

Alan looked down at Jeff's cock. He wasn't a virgin, but he hadn't been
fucked for more than 10 years. Suddenly he wanted to, and he wanted it to
be Jeff. Maybe it was a case of "love the one you're with," but he wanted
to feel this hot high school senior fuck him. He nodded toward his night
stand. "In there."

Jeff reached for the night stand and opened the drawer. He retrieved a
bottle of lube and leaned down, pressing his lips against Alan's and
forcing his tongue into the coach's mouth. Breaking the kiss he smiled. "I
never fuck anyone I haven't kissed. Now get on your knees and let me eat
your ass."

Alan almost leaped up and into the position Jeff requested. Jeff crawled up
behind the coach and brought his mouth down on Alan's ass. He tentatively
flicked his tongue against Alan's crack and spread his cheeks with his
hands, allowing his fingers to gently rub against Alan's puckered bud. He
leaned in and run his tongue against the coach's hole and Alan
groaned. "Eat me," he hissed.

Jeff obliged and rimmed the coach, licking his way down Alan's crack to his
balls. Alan bucked a bit and Jeff took a handful of lube, rubbing it
against Alan's hole. He ran his index finger around the hole and gently
poked it in up to his knuckle. He began circling with a second finger, and
then gently slipped it in along with the first finger. Alan moaned. "Fuck
me. Stick your cock in me."

Jeff smiled. "Okay. Since you asked. He reached for a condom rolled it down
the length of his young curved cock. Another handful of lube coating his
cock, pushed his cock forward against Alan's hole, rubbing the tip up and
down before pushing just hard enough to penetrate the coach.

"Yeah," Alan moaned.

Thrusting in slow strokes, Jeff inched his cock into Alan's ass until he
felt his balls rubbing against Alan's. He leaned forward, reaching around
under the coach and grabbing his cock. He thrust forward and felt Alan
thrust his cock in Jeff's hand. Slowly they began to grind in a rhythm,
Jeff pumping his cock into Alan's ass and Alan thrusting his cock into
Jeff's hand. As they picked up speed Jeff thrust harder, enjoying the
feeling of his balls swinging against Alan's.

"I'm gonna cum," Alan groaned.

Jeff pulled out of the coach and flipped Alan on his back. He stroked the
older man several times before Alan's cock pulsed and shot his load of
white hot cum up his stomach and chest. Jeff pulled his condom off and
stroked his own cock staring into Alan's eyes as he stroked. It only took a
few strokes and he too erupted on Alan's chest and stomach. He slumped down
on top of Alan, breathing hard. "Man that was great."

Alan held the younger man for a moment before shifting. "Let's take a
shower. I want to do some more exploring," he said.


End Chapter 21

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