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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 26
By R. A. Swain
Alan Adams sat in the laundry room of his apartment complex at 2:00 AM wearing boxer shorts and sneakers, reading a book. Since it was late, and gave him a slight thrill to be naked or almost naked in public places, he dared himself to strip down to his boxers while doing his laundry. Also the fact it was so late there was little risk of anyone else being there, or so he thought. He froze a little when the door opened and a man walked in carrying a laundry basket. He relaxed when he saw the man was wearing a tank top, what looked like boxer shorts, and sneakers.
"Sorry to startle you," the man said. "I didn't expect to find anyone in here at this hour."
"It's okay," Alan replied. "I hadn't expected anyone either. Obviously." He gestured to the way he was dressed.
The man smiled. "That's obvious both of us had the same idea. I'm Tony Petrone. I live a couple of buildings back."
"I'm Alan Adams. I live in the front," Alan said.
"Adams? You're the coach over at the college. My son Jeff talks about you all the time," Tony said.
Alan had a moment of recognition, and thought of the times he spent having sex with this man's son. "Ah yes, Jeff. A good kid," he said.
"Yeah. After the divorce I worried, but he seems to be turning out okay. I'm glad he's got some direction and goals again," Tony said, adding, "Looks like he's got a pretty good looking role model. You're in good shape."
Alan let his eyes roam over Tony; dark hair, pumped chest, muscular hairy thighs. "You look in good shape also."
"Ya think so?" Tony asked pulling the tank top off over his head and tossing it in the washer with the rest of his laundry.
Alan gulped. "Yeah," he said, taking in Tony's hairy chest.
Tony subtly brushed his hand across the front of his boxers. "I, um, usually do my laundry this late because I like to wash everything, if you know what I mean."
Alan had his second moment of recognition for the late evening. "Oh. Yeah. I understand."
Tony looked at Alan. "I think I might feel awkward if I'm the only one here in just my sneakers. Why don't you join me?"
"I don't know," Alan said, glancing around. "I mean, I didn't expect you and you showed up."
"I dare you," Tony said.
Alan looked at Tony, his eyes skeptical of what was happening. "Um, I, okay. You first," he said.
Tony stepped back, looped his thumbs in the waist of his boxers and tugged them down, revealing a slightly plumped circumcised cock. His balls and shaft were shaved but he had a thick patch of dark pubic hair above his cock. He tossed his boxers into the open washer, put his hands on his hips and smiled at Alan. "Your turn," he said in a challenging tone.
Alan looked around again, reached down and tugged his boxers down, revealing his semi-puffed up cock to the other man. "I can't resist a dare."
"So I've heard," Tony said.
Alan stood up holding his balled up shorts in his hand. "Huh?"
Tony walked over to Alan and took the shorts from the swim coach. "I heard the boys talking one night when they thought I was asleep," he said.
A look of panic washed across Alan's face. "I—I can explain—"
Tony smiled. "Don't worry. I know most parents might not react this way, but I understand. I grew up with five very competitive brothers. We dared each other to do all sorts of stuff, even the stuff I heard the boys talking about, so don't worry. When I realized who you were I figured I try to see if I could get you naked." He held Alan's boxers up. "You want them back? Or do they go into the machine?"
Alan looked down at Tony's cock. It seemed to have expanded a little more. He nodded to the machine. "We're both gonna be here naked until the laundry is done."
"Yup," Tony said. He smiled and Alan noticed how much he looked like his son.
Alan nodded toward the machine. "Go for it."
Tony raised Alan's boxers to his nose, drew in a deep breath and tossed them into the machine. He poured detergent into the machine, closed it and pumped in several coins. "We're stuck now."
"Yeah, I guess we are," Alan said. He went back to his chair. He sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him. "So what exactly did you hear the boys talking about?"
Tony smiled and pulled a chair up in front of Alan. He sat with his legs spread and leaned forward. "Well, they talked about this guy Danny, some big man on campus type I take it, who dared this hot college coach to jerkoff in the drive-thru of the Quick Burger," Tony answered. "Don't be embarrassed. I've done my share of public dares. Like I said, my brothers were very competitive." He absentmindedly rubbed his palm across his cock as he spoke.
Alan's eyes drifted down to Tony's cock. Tony caught Alan's glance. "Um, sorry Dude. I can't help myself. When I'm naked I can't seem to keep my hands off my cock."
Like father, like son, Alan thought. "No problem. You should see some of the things I've seen in locker rooms over the years."
"Oh yeah?" Tony asked. He seemed genuinely interested.
"Yeah, guys are guys. Let's face it," he gestured toward his own cock which was plumping up even more. "Our cocks have minds of their own."
Tony smiled. "The truth is, whenever I do late laundry on a Saturday night it's because I really get off on getting off in a sort of public place. I never thought I'd encounter you or anyone else here. Only one other time did I run into another guy here."
"Oh? Did you get him naked also?" Alan asked.
Tony laughed. "No. He was already naked. A college guy about 20. He dared me to get naked not realizing I'd jump at it."
"College guy?" Alan asked.
"He was staying here with a friend. Not local. I guess it was fun for him to get an old guy like me naked," Tony said.
"You're not old," said Alan.
"I'm 40."
"Wow! You're in really good shape. Also really hairy."
"Ya think?" Tony asked, rubbing his hand over his chest and stomach. "You're more hairy than I thought a swim coach would be."
Alan laughed. "We don't all shave down. Really the shaving thing is a myth, but a lot of guys believe it, so many of them shave down. I used to when I was younger, but I like having a little fur on my chest, stomach, arms and legs."
"It looks good," Tony said.
"You look good yourself," Alan replied. He was now sitting up and leaning forward matching Tony's position, and casually tugging on his cock.
"Are we going to sit here all night teasing each other, or is something more going to happen?" Tony asked. He leaned back in his chair and showed his hard six inch cock sticking out in front of him.
"What more would you like to happen?" Alan asked. "What happened with the college guy? Did you do more than tease each other?"
Tony blushed. "We swapped blow jobs."
Alan leaned forward eying Tony's cock. He was wondering what it would be like to suck off Tony and compare him to Jeff. He licked his lips. "I think we could arrange that."
The washer buzzing interrupted them. "Switch laundry first?" Tony asked.
"Sure," Alan said. He stood up, his cock bouncing in front of him. He opened his machine and switched things over to a dryer. Just then Tony's machine buzzed and he too switched over to a dryer. The two men stood facing each other in front of the dryers. Tony stepped forward until the tip of his cock touched Alan's. He reached down and wrapped his hand around both shafts and stroked them as he faced his new friend, their eyes locked.
Alan reached out and began playing with Tony's nipples and Tony moaned.
"Oh man, yeah. Twist my nips," Tony said.
Alan leaned forward and placed his mouth over Tony's left nipple. He gently bit down and tugged at it with his teeth. Tony placed his free hand on the back of Alan's head and pressed his face against his chest. "Chew on them," Tony whispered.
Alan did as requested, gently gnawing on Tony's chest, pressing closer to the other man. They sank to their knees on the cement floor of the laundry room, and Tony leaned forward licking his way down Alan's chest and Alan copied Tony's movements until both men were lying on their sides facing each other's cocks. Alan leaned forward first and placed his lips against the tip of Tony's cock, parting his lips and taking the plump cock into his mouth. He shivered as he felt Tony do the same to him.
The two men lay on the cool floor ignoring the discomfort of the cement and bobbed their mouths on each other's cocks, burying their noses in each other's balls. Alan bucked his hips as he felt Tony's nose rubbing his balls. He felt Tony do the same as Tony's cock tickled the back of his throat. He pulled back and sucked strongly on the plump shaft.
Tony moaned and leaned back. "Suck it, man! Suck it!"
Alan did, running his tongue along the underside of Tony's shaft down to his balls. He licked at each ball and sucked each one into his mouth separately. He leaned up on his elbow and looked into Tony's eyes, gesturing toward his own cock. Tony knew what Alan wanted, and he reciprocated. He matched Alan's movements lick for lick, suck for suck. It wasn't long before Alan felt his cock throbbing and knew he was getting close.
"Don't rush it," Alan moaned. "I'm close."
"Me too. I need to blow my load," Tony said.
"Come on my chest," Alan said.
Tony got up on his knees and began stroking his cock while kneeling over Alan. He pumped his shaft several times and groaned. "Oh yeah! Oh. Oh. Yeah!" He began to spurt cum onto Alan's chest; ribbon after ribbon until he stopped shivering and moaning. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Alan stood up in front of Tony, Tony's cum running down his chest, and he stroked his own cock squeezing it until he blasted his jizz on Tony's hairy chest. Spurt after spurt into the fur of the older man's chest. He leaned back a bit and finally stopped coming. He reached out and rubbed his cum into Tony's chest. Tony reached forward and gripped Alan's cock tugging on it gently and milking the last drops from the tip.
Alan sank back to his knees and the two men looked into each other's eyes. "Nice first meeting," Alan said.
"Yeah," Tony replied, panting heavily. "I hope there's going to be more."
"Oh there will be," Alan said. "There will be."
End Chapter 26
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