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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 35
By R. A. Swain
Rick Darrenger sat in Jeff Patrone's father's kitchen on an early Saturday morning eating a bowl of Fruit Loops. He spent the night at Jeff's as he usually did on the weekends so his parents had time to themselves. At least, that's what he told himself. He was startled back to reality by Tony Patrone, Jeff's father, walking into the kitchen wearing only a pair of boxers with some obvious morning wood.
"Um, sorry," Tony said with a cough. "Didn't think you boys would be up this early. It's before noon." "Jeff is still asleep. I `m used to getting up a bit early," Rick said. He sat on a barstool with his knees spread slightly, wearing only his briefs.
"If I knew you were up I would've put on a robe," Tony said.
"Why?" Rick asked. "We're both guys, and after what we did in the park..."
Tony glanced around. "Shh, I don't want Jeff to know about that."
"Don't worry. He'll be asleep for at least another hour," Rick said. He groped his cock through his briefs to emphasize his own morning wood. "Besides, I like seeing you dressed like that."
Tony smiled. "Yeah, I think those briefs look good on you also. Not as good as what I saw you dressed in in the park."
"I had my pants pulled down, if you remember," Rick said.
"I remember. I like catching you playing with yourself." Tony groped his cock through his boxers.
"Yeah, that was a surprise. I didn't expect you to be so cool about it."
"Well it's not the first time I saw you jerking off," Tony replied.
Rick looked puzzled. "It's not?"
"No, I saw you and Jeff and Zach having a race to see who could cum the furthest one night here in the living room when you thought I was asleep." Tony said.
Rick's eye's widened. "You did?"
"And another time when you and Jeff didn't know I was home you were racing to see who could cum the fastest," Tony added.
Rick put down the bowl of cereal on the counter next to him. "Wow! You've seen me jerk off three times? And Jeff also?"
"I've caught Jeff jerking off a lot more than that," Tony said. "He doesn't know it. Until now you didn't know it either."
"You know, it's not fair that you've seen me playing with my cock all those times and I never really got to see you play with yours," Rick said. He groped his crotch again and left his hand on it.
Tony licked his lips. "I suppose I should reciprocate sometime," he said. He glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway and his son's bedroom again.
"I dare you to do it now," Rick said.
Tony looked around again. "I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea with Jeff in the house."
Rick tugged at his cock through his briefs. "You obviously like the idea from how tented those boxers are becoming. Come on, I double dare you. Just whip it out and stroke it for me," he said.
Tony looked back toward the hallway again and ran his hand down the fur on his chest to the top of his waistband of his boxers. He casually lowered his hand to the fly of his boxers and reached in, gripping his turgid cock. Rick watched his best friend's father groping his cock through his fly. "Like this?" Tony asked, as he moved his hand inside his boxers.
Rick smiled. "Pull it out. I want to see your cock."
Tony slowly retracted his hand from his boxers, pulling his stiff cock out in view of Rick. "Is this better?"
"Much," Rick said. He watched the older man stroking his cock, and watched as Tony's balls fell into view from the open fly.
"How about a little motivation?" Tony asked.
Rick smiled knowing what the older man wanted. He looped his thumbs into the waist of his briefs and shifting his hips he tugged his briefs down so they were now around his ankles. He sat on the barstool with his legs spread and he tugged on his own long hard cock for Tony to watch. "Take your boxers off," he said, more like an order.
Tony removed his hand from his cock and pulled his boxers down, standing naked in front of the teenager. "You like this?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"Yeah," Rick replied. "Come over here and press your cock against mine."
Tony walked across the kitchen and did as Rick requested, pressing his thick hairy cock against the young man's rigid member. He took both cocks into his hand and began pumping them. Leaning in his forced his tongue into Rick's mouth, pinning the young man on the barstool.
Rick wrestled with the older man's tongue and reached up with his right hand and pinched Tony's left nipple. Tony quietly moaned and began thrusting his hips so his cock was rubbing hard against Rick's. Rick brought his other hand up and began working both of Tony's nipples. In a matter of seconds Tony broke his lip lock on Rick's mouth. "I'm coming," he hissed.
He squeezed his cock against Rick's and pumped faster, feeling cum building up in his shaft and then shooting out up Rick's stomach and his own. Rick shuddered and began spurting cum from his rock hard cock into the fur on Tony's stomach and chest. Both men watched between them as their cocks shot cum on the other. After several spurts each they stood there panting. Tony came to his senses and stepped back. He picked up his boxers from the floor and wiped his cum from Rick's stomach and chest, then wiping Rick's cum from his own hairy body.
Rick pulled his briefs up. "Wow. I hope we can do this again, soon," he said.
Tony smiled. "We will," he whispered. He turned and walked down the hallway stopping at the bathroom to toss his boxers in the hamper. He headed for his bedroom, as he passed Jeff's room the door opened and Jeff stepped out bleary eyed.
"Morning dad," he mumbled. He noticed his father's bare ass. "Um."
Tony froze for a moment. Then turned to face his son, his hands in front of his cock trying to hide his nakedness. "Um, hi son. Sorry. I didn't think anyone was up yet." He let his hands fall to his side a little revealing his still slightly puffed up cock to his son. He noticed Jeff had rigid morning wood in his boxers.
"It's cool," Jeff mumbled, staring at his father's fluffed cock. He also thought he saw a patch of sticky pubes he recognized from when he had cum in his own body hair, but didn't say anything. Instead he walked to the bathroom and shut the door.
Tony breathed a sigh and went off to his bedroom.
Jeff emerged from the bathroom and went out to the kitchen to find his friend Rick sitting there eating some cereal. "Morning."
"Morning," Rick said.
"Hey, did you see my dad out here?" Jeff asked.
"Um, yeah, he was up." Rick replied, trying not to sound suspicious. Jeff poured himself a bowl of cereal. "I'm sorry about that. My dad usually doesn't walk around naked," he said.
Rick choked on a spoonful of Fruit Loops. "Um, it's okay man. It was, um, I mean, your dad's hung."
Jeff snickered. "Yeah, he is. I don't usually get to see him like that. I guess looking at him gave you a woodie," he said.
Rick glanced down at his growing cock. He usually got erections in the mornings, multiple times in a row. He would often jerk off between his classes, slipping into the rest room and wiping one out every forty-seven minutes all morning. "Jerk," he said, tossing a Fruit Loop at Jeff.
Jeff laughed. "Wanna go back to my room and see who can cum first?"
Rick shrugged. "Okay."
The two boys walked down the hallway to Jeff's room.
End Chapter 35
If you like what you read here you may send feedback to robertswain1963@gmail.com , or mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com. You may also check out my slash fiction at: http://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of Nifty.