Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2015 15:19:23 -0400
From: mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation- Chapter 43

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 43

By R. A. Swain


      Professor Larry Lampert walked into his office in the center of the
library on the college campus. The office was windows on three sides and a
bookcase on the back wall. Larry was comfortable there; especially the
exhibitionistic side of him that Dick Patterson knew how to reach so
well. Of course Dick would never make Larry do anything too risky, but he
would occasionally give Larry orders, simple things, like take off his
loafers and walk around in his socks, maybe walk all over the library. He
also liked to get Larry to open his shirt collar, which meant making Larry
untie his bow tie, and then opening his top three shirt buttons, usually
revealing the professor's very furry chest. If it was late enough, during a
week when few if any students would be frequenting the library Dick might
make Larry do his final walk through of the library wearing a tank top, a
revealing tank top. That would entail Larry stripping off his shirt in his
office. Of course he would have already donned the tank top earlier. If he
ran into anyone still using the library and they questioned him he could
say it was late and he was comfortable.
	Today it was late, almost closing time. Larry had done his final
walk through and was just about to lock up when Pete Cranston walked
in. "Hi Prof."
	"Mr. Cranston," Larry said. "We're, um, we're closed."
	"I know. Coach Patterson told me to come over. He said you can lock
the door if you like," Pete said.
	Larry looked at the young man, lean and tall. He enjoyed Pete
sexually on occasion, and particularly enjoyed a recent visit from Pete and
his brother Zach where both young men engaged in the incestuous whims he
asked of them. He longed to see both brothers naked and sucking each other
off again in his dungeon, or anywhere else they might be inclined to
entertain him. Perhaps here, he thought, in the library. "Why would I lock
the door with you in here?" he asked, feeling a stirring in his groin.
	"We can leave it unlocked, but security might come by before we're
through," Pete said. He lowered his voice as he spoke and licked his
lips. Larry hurried out of his off to the front desk and threw the switch
that locked the front door at ten P.M. He returned to see Pete tugging his
t-shirt over his head.
	"Mr. Cranston, what are you doing?"
	"What Coach Patterson told me to do." He took his cell phone and
dialed. Then handed the phone to Larry.
	Larry placed the phone to his ear. "Um, hello?"
	"Hello Larry," Dick Patterson said. "How do you like my present?"
	"Present?"
	"Yes, Pete Cranston, the team captain. I've given him explicit
instructions on what to do to you for the next twenty minutes."
	"Only twenty?"
	"Don't be greedy, Larry. I've got more surprises after that. Now
just do as Pete tells you. I promise you'll enjoy it." The phone went dead.
	Larry looked at the phone and Pete who was standing in his office
wearing cargo shorts and sneakers. "um, wha- what are you going to do to
me?"
	Pete walked up to the professor. "Relax Prof. You and I both know
you'll like this." He reached out and ran his hand down the front of
Larry's shirt to his belt. His hands were swift as he opened the belt and
the clasp on Larry pants. Larry sucked in a deep breath. Pete ran his palm
against the front of the professor's trousers, pressing firmly against the
obvious erection in the older man's pants. Larry whimpered.
	Pete smiled and brought his hands up Larry stomach and chest again,
this time working open all the buttons on the professor's shirt, revealing
the very furry and taunt body beneath the clothes. He left Larry's bow tie
on, but slipped the shirt off. "I like you in a just your bow tie and
socks, and so does Dick," he said in almost a whisper. He leaned in and
brushed his lips against Larry's but didn't kiss him, just flicked his
tongue against the professor's mouth.
	He opened Larry's fly and allowed his trousers to drop to his
thighs. Larry was wearing standard striped boxers with piping and they were
straining at the tent from the man's ten inch cock which had swelled to its
full length and was trying to break free of its confines. Pete rubbed his
hands over the front of Larry's boxers and sighed. "Man, I wish I had more
time with you."
	"You can, any time you want. Come to my place for some private
time," Larry said taking in a short breath.
	Pete smiled. "Really? And you'll let me control you?"
	"Yes," Larry said in a whimper.
	"Oh man, you are so on." Pete pulled Larry's pants off and in a
swift move he tugged Larry's boxers down to his knees. His long and thick
cock got caught in the boxers and Pete had to help release it, giving it a
few strokes and a squeeze. Larry now stood dressed in only his bow tie and
his socks. Pete wrapped his hand around the long stiff shaft and pulled the
professor. "Come with me."
	"Where are we going?" Larry asked, fear in his voice.
	"It's part of Dick's surprise." He led the man out of the office to
a table in the middle of a study area. "Lie down."
	Larry looked at the young man and did as ordered.
	"I'll be right back," Pete said. He raced back to the office and
got his backpack. He came back and looked at Larry. "Professor, I know
you're gonna love this."
	"What is this?" Larry asked.
	"You confessed this to the Coach once," he said. He opened the back
pack and took out some soft nylon cord. Larry's eyes widened. Pete expertly
looped them first around Larry's wrists and then tied one to each leg of
the table. He next tied Larry's legs to the table legs, leaving the
professor bound spread eagle to the table. He ran his hands over Larry's
chest and bent over and took Larry's cock in his mouth taking in as much of
the long shaft as he could.
	Larry moaned with pleasure as the young man deep throated as much
of his stiff cock as possible. He thoroughly enjoyed any time he spent with
Pete Cranston, as they had been hooking up via Dick Patterson's
machinations from time to time. He was lost in his pleasure until he heard
some rustling and opened his eyes. Dick Patterson and six of the young men
whom Larry was familiar with were standing around the table, naked. He saw
Danny West, Dylan Clark, among the other members of the basketball team.
	"Dick! What are you doing? How?"
	"I borrowed your keys earlier. And tonight professor, while we all
take turns sucking on your cock you are going to be at our mercy, and we
will finish in a bukkake." Dick explained as Pete shed his cargo shorts to
join his friends naked.
	Larry lay there speechless as another favorite, Dylan Clark,
crawled between his legs and began licking the professor's neatly trimmed
balls. Dick began massaging Larry's chest and pinching his nipples. "Who do
you want to suck on first?" he asked.
	Larry's eyes widened again. "I remember telling you about this
fantasy once."
	"Yes, now who will it be?"
	Larry nodded to Gibbs Carter, a tall center with milk chocolate
complexion and a long hard cock.
	"Gibbs, you're up," Dick said. The young man smiled and walked up
to the table. "The rest of you start revolving in line to suck and be
sucked."
	"Yeah, Professor, suck me good," Gibbs said as he slapped his cock
against Larry's mouth.
	Larry greedily took the dark tip into his mouth and sucked as best
he could; feeling the men standing around watching him give head and get
head at the same time. He felt his skin burning. Some of the men were
rubbing his body as they stroked their cocks. Gibbs was replaced with Danny
and Dick replaced Dylan. Larry lost track of who was sucking his cock and
whose cock he had in his mouth at any given moment. Finally after each
young man had sucked and been sucked they circled around the table and
began stroking their cocks while Dick stroked both his cock and Larry's. He
wasn't even sure who shot the first load on his stomach, but he saw cock
after cock began pumping jizz on his chest, his stomach, his cock and legs,
all matting his fur and causing him to lose control.
	He felt Dick's hand on his shaft and balls and then he moaned and
felt the first eruption of cum shooting up the length of his shaft and high
in the air like a fountain, spurting up and splattering down on his
chest. Another and another, he kept cumming until he was spent, about
fourteen spurts of jizz in all. His cock was still hard. Dick rubbing his
hand over Larry's hairy chest rubbing some of the cum in. "Nice," he said.
	Larry took several deep breaths. "Wow. I can't believe this."
	"Happy birthday," Dick said.


End chapter 43

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