Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2015 15:18:26 -0400
From: mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation - Chapter 42

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 42

By R. A. Swain


      Alan Adams sat on his living room floor opposite Danny West, between
fellow coach Steve Moskowitz and wrestling team captain Dylan Clark. The
four had been having dinner at Alan's, pizza, and then Danny and Dylan had
suggested a little game. Now of course all of Danny's games involved
eventually getting naked. They were playing High Card, which involved
drawing cards and the high card could dare the low card to do
something. The only rule Alan set was everything had to be done inside the
apartment. As a concession Danny agreed only if they left the drapes open
at least six inches. Alan wasn't thrilled, but figured it was late enough
that they could get away with what he eventually knew would happen.

	Granted all four men had been drinking wine, although not much,
Alan reasoned. So they started the game. The first round went to Dylan with
the high card, and Alan with the low. Dylan dared Alan to remove his
shirt. Alan did, but still had a t-shirt beneath. Steve won the next round
with Alan again low card. This time Alan was dared to remove his t-shirt.

	The game progressed with Danny and Dylan both losing their shirts,
until finally Alan won a round and Steve lost. "Well buddy boy, I date you
to take off your jeans," he said.

	Steve smirked. "What? All you guys got to take your shirts off
first."

	"That's the dare," Alan replied.

	Steve stood up, unbuckled his belt, opened the snap and tugged down
his fly. He pushed his jeans to his knees and revealed navy blue low-rise
briefs, and his very hairy legs. Steve had brown hair and was hairy all
over. His wrestler build made his look heavier than his was when he wore
clothes, but removing his pants showed his muscular thighs and flat
stomach. He sat down again on the floor. "Just wait," he said.

	Dylan lost the next round to Danny and had to remove his
pants. Dylan was wearing more modest boxer-briefs in camouflage. He still
had them and his socks. The next round was a twofer. Both Alan and Danny
lost to Dylan. He dared both men to remove their pants. Alan revealed plaid
baggy boxers, while Danny was wearing boxer-briefs similar to Dylan's in
blue camouflage.

	It was the next round that got things interesting when Danny won
and Steve lost. Danny smirked with an evil twist at the corner of his
lips. "Coach, you know how hot hairy guys are, so I dare you to take off
your briefs."

	Steve looked at the young man. "But I still have my shirt on." He
was wearing a polo shirt, briefs and socks.

	"Yeah, but I think you look really sexy in just a shirt and
socks. So that's the dare." Danny said, a tent visibly growing in his own
boxer-briefs.

	Steve looked around, stood up, looped his thumbs in the waist of
his briefs and tugged them down revealing his very thick bush, and most
interesting his shaved balls and shaft. He noticed the looks Alan and Dylan
gave him. "Um, I lost a bet to Dick Patterson a couple days ago," he said.

	They laughed and played another round. Dylan won the next round and
both Alan and Steve lost with low twos. Alan was preparing to take his
boxers off when Dylan hit them with a different dare. "Alright. Got the two
coaches, finally," he said. "I dare you guys to make out for two minutes
and grope each other's cocks. Put on a real hot show for Danny and me."

	"Damn," Alan said. "This escalated fast."

	Steve sat back against the front of the couch, his legs spread, his
cock visibly fluffing a bit. "Sounds like fun to me." Alan crawled across
the floor next to Steve and leaned in pressing his open mouth against the
other coach, his hand coming to rest on Steve's cock. He groped and stroked
the wrestling coach while Steve returned the favor, reaching into Alan's
boxers through the fly and pulling his semi flaccid cock from its confines
and stroking it until both men were rock hard.

	"Time's up," Dylan said. His cock was pushing a big tent in the
front of his boxer-briefs. "Next round?"

	Alan moved to slip his cock back in his boxers. "Uh uh, coach,"
Dylan said. "Leave it out."

	Alan did as told, sitting next to Steve, both their cocks sticking
straight up to full eight inches. They drew cards and this time Danny and
Dylan were two low cards to Steve's high card. "I dare both of you to suck
on the exposed cocks in the room for two minutes on each cock."

	Danny smiled. "Alright coach! Finally some action." He moved over
to Alan first while Dylan moved to Steve and the two college boys took
their coaches cocks in their mouths, running their lips over the mushroom
crowns and down the shafts getting them nice and wet. Dylan was sure it was
longer than two minutes when Steve told them to switch, but he didn't
care. He greedily switched from Steve's thicker cock to Alan's longer
thinner cock, while Danny happily switched to the hairy wrestling coach's
cock. Both boys knew the coach went longer than the two minutes before he
finally stopped them.

	"One more round?" Danny said.

	"The hell with the game," Steve said, as he pulled Danny up to his
face and kissed him, forcing his tongue in the senior's mouth. Alan nodded
and did the same to Dylan. Danny ran his hands over Steve's hairy body and
pushed his polo shirt up and tugged it off over the coach's head showing
off the forest of brown fur across the man's chest. Dylan and Alan pulled
each other's boxers down until their cocks both sprang up over the
waistbands and bounced against each other. Dylan reached down and pressed
their cocks together and began stroking them. Danny pulled his own boxers
off and ground his cock against Steve's as the coach climbed over top of
Danny and pressed his body down on him.

	Alan and Dylan paused a moment to watch the other two men before
shifting and moving into a sixty-nine position next to them. Now Steve and
Danny paused to watch the swim coach and the wrestling captain suck each
other's cock. Dylan had a bigger cock than all three of the other men, and
enjoyed whenever either coach suck on him. He enjoyed their different
styles. Alan gently rubbed his teeth against the underside of Dylan's thick
and long cock. Steve nodded to Danny and they got into a similar position
and he took the swim team captain's cock in his mouth swirling his tongue
around the tip and gently massaging Danny's balls as he bobbed his head up
and down on the shaft, while Danny mirrored the actions on the coach's
smooth shaft feeling the thick brown bush tickle his chin as he buried his
nose against the smooth balls.

	The four men bobbed their heads like pistons on each others cocks
until after what seemed like forever but was only a few minutes, Alan
moaned and felt the cum shooting up his shaft. He leaned back and
groaned. Dylan took it from his mouth as he felt the shaft began to pulse
and pumped it with his fist, watching it erupt in his face and over his
head feeling the hot jizz splatter down on his neck and shoulder. "Yes!" he
moaned as he began pumping cum from his cock with his other hand and
watched it shoot out against Alan's chin and chest and stomach.

	Steve and Danny had paused to watch, but resumed their own intent
drive to make the other cum, while Alan and Dylan lay back and watched the
two men sucking and stroking each other. After a couple more minutes Danny
leaned up and moaned. "I'm coming," he said. Steve released to the young
man's cock from his mouth and stroked it several times before it erupted in
his hand and into the fur of his chest and stomach. He marveled at the
amount of cum Danny produced after about the eighth ribbon of cum painted
across his chest thoroughly matting his fur. He could hold out no longer
and said so.

	Danny pumped the wrestling coach's cock and watched as Steve added
even more cum to his already cum covered chest. The first shot went over
his head and landed on Dylan's leg, and then the next three landed on
Steve's chest and stomach. Danny couldn't resist running his hand up
through the cum soaked fur rubbing it into the coach's chest. The four men
lay on the floor breathing heavily for a few moments. Finally Alan
spoke. "We should clean up," he said.

      "Screw that," Dylan said. "Let's do this again." He leaned over and
began playing with Danny's cock.

	"Ah youth," Steve said.

	"Let's show them how it's done," Alan said reaching over and taking
Steve's cock in his hand.

      Jeff Petrone and Rick Derrenger moved from the window where they had
stood blatantly watching. "Should we knock and join them?" Rick asked.

      "Why don't we pick Zach up from work and have our own orgy tonight?"
Jeff suggested. He reached over and groped Rick's cock through his cargo
shorts.

      "Good idea," Rick said.

End chapter 42

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