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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 34
By R. A. Swain
"Hey Coach," Danny West said as Alan Adams walked into the gym dressed in a business suit. "What's with the suit?"
"The dean's tea," Alan answered Danny.
"Looks hot," Danny said. "Whatcha wearing under the pants?"
"That's for me to know," Alan said.
"Bet you'd looked really hot with the pants off and your cock hanging out for all of us to see," Danny said. He had a wicked grin on his face as they walked to the pool for practice.
"I'm sure I'd look hot, but that's not how you're going to see me today," Alan replied.
"How about a bet?" Danny asked.
"What kind of bet?" Alan asked.
Danny grinned again. "How about I swim a lap. If I best my best time you do practice without your pants with your cock hanging out of whatever you're wearing beneath, and then you jerkoff afterward?"
"And what would I get when I win?" Alan asked.
"I'll blow you in front of the whole team," Danny said, "right out here in front of everyone."
Alan laughed. "You'll blow me in the locker room when you lose," he said. "Although I really should say no to your bets."
"Aw come on Coach," Dylan Clark said. "It'll be fun to watch Danny blow you. Hey Danny how about letting me get in on the action?"
"You want a blowjob then you've gotta risk a lot," Danny said.
"Like what?"
"Like if I lose I blow both you and the Coach in the locker room, but when I win you and Coach Adams sixty-nine in the locker room in front of the whole team and anyone in there, and then let anyone who wants to bukakke you? Oh and Coach Adams does practice without his pants and with his cock hard and hanging out of whatever underwear he has on," Danny said.
"And when you lose and blow us you let anyone who wants to bukakke you," Dylan added. "You're on," Danny said.
"Wait a minute," Alan said. "I think that's all a bit much. Besides I didn't agree to it."
"Come on Coach," Dylan said, it'll be fun getting blown by Danny."
Alan looked at the furry chest of the sophomore thinking about how it would feel against his own bare flesh. "And are you prepared to blow me if we lose?"
Dylan smiled at Alan. "You've got a hot cock, Coach. I wouldn't mind going down on you if we did lose. Plus having you suck me off would be ultra hot."
Alan looked at the two young men, and then at the rest of the team standing around. He knew they wanted him to accept the bet, but he had reservations. He felt them relenting as he saw Danny grope his cock through his speedo. "Alright, I'll accept."
"Cool," Danny said. "Pete will time me."
"Okay," Alan replied.
Danny stood by the pool and waited for Alan to blow his whistle. Alan watched the young man's ass flex in his speedo and wondered what it was about these young men that made him feel so horny and willing to risk doing such humiliating things? He blew the whistle and watched Danny dive into the pool. Pete was holding the stopwatch. Danny swam the length of the pool and was on his return.
"Damn, he's really booking," Dylan said.
Alan noticed it also. Danny just might win, he thought. The prospect of sucking Dylan Clark's cock was not unappealing; he just wished Danny would lose so he could win one publicly from the senior. It was not to be. As Danny tagged the wall Pete clicked the stopwatch and announced the time. Danny spun around in the water.
"YES! I shaved three seconds off my best time," he said.
"Fuck," Dylan said.
"Double fuck," Alan muttered.
"Okay Coach, off with your pants. Let's see what you've got under them," Danny said as he climbed out of the pool.
Alan sighed, reached for his belt and began opening it. The entire team was standing around watching. He lowered his fly, opened the button of his slacks and let them slide down his legs to pool around his ankles revealing a pair of Bugs Bunny boxers. He stepped out of his pants and watched as his team watched him reach into his boxers and pull his cock and balls from their confines. He looked from each set of eyes drilling into him as he tugged on his cock in front of them until he was rock hard. "Okay, let's get this practice over with," he said.
For the next hour he casually tugged on his cock to keep it hard and watched his team swimming laps. As practice wound down the boys could barely wait to get into the locker room for the second part of the pay off. "You ready to suck some cock, Coach?" Danny asked.
Alan shook his head. "A bet's a bet. Don't play if you don't want to pay," he said as they entered the locker room.
Danny turned to Dylan. "Hey Dylan, why don't you undress the Coach first before the two of you pay up," he said.
Dylan smiled. "Sure thing, Danny." He reached for Alan's jacket and started by taking that off him. He then loosened Alan's tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing Alan's slightly hairy chest. Alan reached out to Dylan while he worked his shirt off and pinched Dylan's left nipple. Dylan felt a shiver run through him. "Nice Coach."
Alan leaned in and took Dylan's nipple in his mouth and gently bit down on it. He felt Dylan's hands working his boxers down leaving him standing in front of his team wearing only his brown socks. He stood up and worked his hands into Dylan's speedo, tugging it down the furry legs of the sophomore. Both men stood naked and hard in front of each other with their cocks rubbing together.
"Coach, lay down on the beach," Dylan said. Alan did as requested and Dylan straddled his face with his cock aiming toward Alan's mouth. He then leaned down and took Alan's thick long cock into his mouth and began sucking the Coach off. Alan reached up and took the sophomore's huge cock into his mouth and reciprocated while all of his team stood around watching, stripping down and stroking their own cocks.
Coach Patterson walked in to the locker room with the rest of the basketball team. Their practice was over just in time for Coach Alan's pay off. "Well," he said, "what to my wondering eyes do I see?"
The guys all laughed and Dylan and Alan frozen in their sixty-nine. Danny spoke up. "Coach Patterson, hi. Coach Adams and Dylan are paying up on a bet."
"I figured as much," Dick said. "So they are doing a sixty-nine in front of the team?"
"They're sucking each other off in front of anyone who wants to watch, then letting anyone who wants to do so bukakke them," Danny explained.
Dick's eyes lit up. "Anyone?"
"Anyone," Danny repeated.
Dick began groping the front of his shorts. "Nice."
Alan looked up. "Aw Dick, not you too?"
"Hell yeah, buddy."
Dylan resumed sucking Alan's cock and Alan sighed and accepted his fate. He too resumed sucking the college boy, every now and again glancing up around the room at all the young men of both the swim team and basketball team stripped either naked or naked from the waist down, stroking their cocks, knowing any minute he and Dylan would be on the receiving end of a cum bath from all of them including his fellow coach who had stripped off his shorts and jock and was slowly stroking his cock.
Dylan ran his mouth up and down Alan's shaft and paused to lick Alan's slightly fuzzy balls. He noted Alan hadn't shaved them in a few days. He sighed as Alan copied his movements on the young man's cock, licking along the underside of the hefty piece of meat then taking the large bulbous tip into his mouth and bobbing his head up and down as best he could.
Dylan pulled his mouth from Alan's cock. "I'm gonna come," he moaned.
Alan reached up and pinched Dylan's nipples and pulled his mouth from the young man's cock and directed it on his own chest. Spurt after spurt of white cum shot from Dylan's cock as Alan jerked him off. Dylan resumed sucking Alan's cock for a moment until Alan moaned and announced his own orgasm. The young man pulled back and jerked the coach off until Alan's cum shot from his tip and started raining down on his stomach and chest. He panted hard and took a few deep breaths, and sighed.
The teams stood around all primed to shoot. "Nice show guys," Danny said. "Now both of you sit up and take the cum bath you earned."
Alan and Dylan sat on the bench side by side, both of them still with their hands on the other's cock, tugging at them. Danny stepped forward and shot his load without warning across Dylan's chest and Alan's cock. Dick stepped up next and blew a huge load on his fellow coach and on Dylan's hairy chest. Pete Cranston came next shooting most of his load on Alan's stomach and cock. Soon most of the team had unloaded their cum on their coach and their team mate.
Alan and Dylan were covered in their cum. They looked at each other, now both rock hard again and still jerking each other off, and then at Danny. "Well, looks like we paid up,' Alan said.
"Yeah, it was definitely a hot bet," Danny said.
"I dare you guys to finish jerking each other off," Dick said, still watching the two men and stroking his own cock to a second load.
Alan looked at Dylan. "You up for it?"
"I was hoping we could," Dylan said. The two men stood facing each other and stroking each other's cocks. It didn't take long for Dylan to shoot a second load on Alan's stomach and cock, and that seemed to set Alan off to blow his load on Dylan's cock and hand. Spent both men took deep breaths.
"Now let's hit the showers," Alan said. He turned to Dick Patterson and reached out taking hold of Dick's cock. He began stroking it. `Come on old man, let's see you blow your load on me again," he said.
Dick let go of his cock and let Alan jerk him off in front of the teams. Several strokes later and Dick shot a second load as big as the first all over Alan's cock. Alan stepped closer and rubbed his cock against Dick's. "Feels good," he said.
The men all walked to the showers.
End Chapter 34
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