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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 33
By R. A. Swain
Alan stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "You won another hand," he said to Tony Petrone.
Tony smiled. "Yeah, I seem to be on a winning streak," he said.
"And you want to see me streaking to the laundry room to collect the laundry," Alan said.
"Oh I wanna see you do more than just streak," Tony said. "It looks like we're even. My boxers against yours."
"You wanna go get the laundry and come back and finish up this game?" Alan asked.
"No, we've got time for another hand," Tony said.
"You really want me naked, don't you?" Alan asked.
"Oh yeah. Wanna make it more interesting?" Tony asked.
"How so?"
"Loser not only gets naked and walks to the laundry with a full hard on, but he blows the winner in the laundry room as well," Tony said.
"Wow. I know it's late, but that's still risky," Alan said.
"You up for it?"
"Hell yeah," Alan replied.
Tony shuffled the cards and dealt out the strip blackjack they were playing. His cock was already throbbing in his boxers. He didn't care if he won or lost the bet. Sure he'd like to get head from Alan, but he equally enjoyed sucking the college coach off.
Alan looked at his hand. "Hit me."
Tony smiled. "Maybe I'll spank you later."
"You wish," Alan said.
"You know I do. Maybe I'll tie you up later if you like," Tony mused.
Alan felt his cock swell in his boxers. "I might like that," he said.
"I'll bet you would," Tony said. "I'll stand." He referred to his card hand.
Alan looked at his cards. "Hit me one more time," he said. He sighed as he went bust. "Damn," he laughed. "I guess I'm at your mercy for the night."
"Oh yeah," Tony said. "Strip off those boxers and let's see that hot cock of yours."
Alan tugged his boxers off. I guess "I'll be getting the laundry naked," he said standing in front of Tony and tugging on his cock. He shook his cock at Tony and Tony reached out grabbed Alan's cock and began stroking it. Alan responded with a full hard on in only seconds.
"Okay buddy, time to walk over to the laundry room," Tony said.
Alan walked to the door, peered through the peep hole and shrugged. "Oh well, I guess it's almost three AM. Let's get this over with," he said opening the door and dashing out. Tony followed walking along with Alan in his boxers and sneakers, while Alan only wore sneakers.
When they reached the laundry room Alan stopped at the door and peeked in before entering. Tony laughed. "I told you it was safe enough." He groped at the front of his tented out boxers. "I think you have another part of this bet to pay up on."
Alan glanced at Tony's boxers. "I dare you to take them off before I blow you."
"I want you to start blowing me with them on," Tony said. "It's kind of hot to see you on your knees fishing my cock out of my boxers."
Alan glanced around behind him at the door of the laundry room, and then sank to his knees in front of Tony. He began massaging Tony's crotch, feeling his long hard cock through the cotton of his boxers. He reached in the fly of the boxers and ran his fingers along the hard tick shaft feeling the thick slab of cock as he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled Tony's cock from the confines of his boxers. In the light of the laundry room it looked big; imposing, and hot.
Alan leaned forward and rubbed the cock against his face before running his tongue along the underside of the shaft from the tip to the balls. He sucked on Tony's balls, first the left then the right. He worked his way back up the shaft to the mushroom tip and took it in his mouth circling his tongue around the crown and gently sucking on the tip and half the shaft. He enjoyed the feeling of the cock in his mouth, of the soft flesh and hard shaft pressing against the back of his throat.
He pulled Tony's boxers down and licked his way up the treasure trail to Tony's chest and pressed his lips against the other man's, and forced his tongue in Tony's mouth. Tony ground his cock against Alan's, pulling him close as he tongue wrestled with the coach.
He broke their kiss and stepped back, hopping up on the dryer so his cock was bouncing in front of him. "Get on it, sexy."
Alan looked at the cock in front of him and leaned down again taking Tony's cock in his mouth. He sucked on it, ran his tongue over the shaft and balls and gently jerked and squeezed the engorged member. "That's it," Tony said. "Do it! Suck my cock!"
Tony leaned back on the dryer as the vibration jostled his balls as Alan made them bounce. He felt the cum building in his bouncing balls. "I'm coming!"
Alan leaned back and jerked on Tony's cock until he erupted in streams of cum down Alan's chest. "Oh yeah!" Tony moaned. "Yes."
"That was hot," Alan said, leaning back and rubbing the cum down his chest to his cock. He sat back on the floor and began jerking off while Tony sat on the dryer looking down at him. "You like what you see?" Alan asked.
"Oh yeah. Stroke your cock for me," Tony said, more of an order than a request.
Alan lay back on the floor and stroked his cock, thrusting his hips in the air as he stroked himself. It didn't take long. Several stroke and he was shooting his load over his stomach and chest, his cum mixing with Tony's. "Yeah, that was hot."
Jeff stood outside the apartment complex laundry room, looking through the window at first in shock then slowly becoming really turned on. This wasn't the first time he'd seen his father naked, but it was the first time he saw his father getting blown by the coach he himself was having sex with. He had been sitting in his jeep when he saw his father and the coach walking across the parking lot to the laundry room. He didn't even know the two men knew each other, but the coach was naked and hard. He watched as they walked to the laundry room playing grab ass on the way. He really didn't understand, at first. After a few minutes he followed to the window of the laundry room and peeked in. He watched as Alan kissed his father, and sucked his father's cock. He watched the coach jerkoff on the floor in front of his father, and wondered what he would do about it, if anything?
End Chapter 33
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