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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 4
By R. A. Swain
The whistle blew and Danny West dove into the pool. People in the bleachers cheered and Coach Alan Adams watched Danny glide through the water like an otter. As the coach he wanted his team to do well, but considering the bets he had with his hot young student he wasn't sure he wanted Danny to win. If Danny won, Alan thought, he would be the one on his knees sucking the hot man's cock, but if Danny lost then the hot young man would be on his knees sucking Alan the way he fantasized about it happening since the first time he saw Danny.
He watched Danny but in his mind he was seeing Danny naked, standing in front of him, and stroking his long smooth cock the way Alan wished Danny would do. He felt his cock growing in his speedo, and consciously realized he was standing by the side of the pool, cheering on his team member, in front of a crowd of about 100 people, and his cock was starting to get hard. The fact he was wearing a speedo made him get even harder because he realized how brief the speedo was, and how much more of him was on display, even though he wore a wind breaker he still felt extremely exposed.
He watched Danny beat one of his personal best records and climb out of the pool to the cheers of the crowd. The team gathered around Danny, patting him on the back. Alan approached him and joined in the congratulations. Danny smirked when he glanced down at Alan's bulging pouch. "Coach, looks like you can't wait to get together to pay up on our bet."
Alan felt himself blushing. "Yes, I guess I can't wait."
"Name the place and time," Danny said.
"My apartment, tonight around eight." Alan couldn't believe the words had left his mouth. He knew it was wrong to want this to happen, to want to have sex with a student, but he couldn't resist. In his mind he made a bet and had to live up to it, but also wanted to lose a bet to Danny. He wanted to be on his knees in front of the young man.
Danny smiled and walked away toward the locker room, brushing his hand across the front of Alan's speedo as he left the coach standing there. Alan felt his cock harden and knew it was visible to anyone who looked. He moved as quickly as possible from the pool area to the locker room, trying not to focus on the hot asses of the team as they stripped off and headed to the showers.
Alan entered his office and stripped off his speedo, His cock bounced in front of him. He sat down in his chair, unzipped his wind breaker and wrapped his hand around his shaft. He wanted to stop from jerking off but couldn't control himself. He began stroking his cock. A knock at the door broke his concentration. He pulled his chair under his desk cleared his throat and spoke. "Come in."
Pete Cranston entered the office wearing a towel. Alan looked at the mostly naked young man with his shaved chest and felt his cock press against the underside of his desk drawer. "What can I do for you, Pete?"
Pete bent down and picked up the speedo from the floor. "Lose something, Coach?" He tossed it on Alan's desk. "I was just coming in to see if anyone found my car keys. I think I lost them in the locker room."
Alan cleared his throat, staring at the lean body of the young man. "I don't think anyone brought in any keys."
Pete nodded his head and turned to leave. He stopped and turned around again, smirking. "Coach, can I ask you something?"
"Um, sure." Said Alan.
"Are you naked?"
Alan sat frozen in his seat. "Um, I've got my jacket on," Alan said, tugging at it as if to point it out.
Pete smiled. "I meant from the waist down."
Alan looked around. "Um, yeah."
"Can I ask you another question?" Pete asked.
"Yes," Alan said.
"What were you doing before I knocked?"
Alan looked at the young man. "Nothing," he said, his voice cracked.
"Nothing?" Pete asked. He reached down to adjust his towel and briefly opened it to flash the coach.
Alan nodded, his eyes now locked on Pete's crotch. "Nothing."
"Coach, I dare you to stand up." Pete said. "I've seen you naked many times before. So if you were doing nothing you can stand up, can't you?"
"Mr. Cranston, are you suggesting I might've been doing something, like jerking off?" Alan asked.
Pete smirked and pulled his towel off, draping it around his neck, now standing before his coach naked with his own clean shaved cock puffing up a bit. "Coach, I dared you to stand up."
Alan pushed his chair back and stood up before his student, revealing his cock curved up toward his flat and hairy stomach. "Okay?"
Pete smiled and reached down, tugging his own cock a few times. "Nice Coach. Very nice." He turned to leave, stooped and turned back again. "Coach, can I ask you another question?"
Alan nodded, still standing in front of his student, wearing only his unzipped wind breaker.
"How come you don't shave like most of the team does?"
Alan looked down at his hairy cock. "I trim every now and again."
Pete's smile broadened. "It looks hot. Are you going to jerkoff?" His cock was growing while he stood before his coach.
"I might, after you leave." Alan answered.
"Can I watch?" Pete asked.
"What?"
"I know I've seen you jerk off before, but I like to watch. Can I watch you jerk off?"
Alan's green eyes met the blue of Pete's. "Close the door," he said, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his shaft.
Pete turned and closed the door, turning back to face the coach, his own cock now rock hard. He watched Alan's hand fist around his shaft and slowly began pumping the length of his cock. He reached down and took his own cock in hand and began stroking his cock, matching Coach Alan stroke for stroke. "Yeah Coach, stroke your meat."
Alan pumped his cock, squeezing his shaft while watching the young man stroke his shaved cock. "Play with your balls," he whispered.
Pete smiled and did as the Coach asked. "Pinch your nipples, Coach," he requested.
Alan reached up and pinched his nipple with his left hand while continuing to stroke his cock with his right hand. He moaned as he stroked his cock. "I shouldn't do this, Pete."
"Coach, you always worry about enjoying yourself. Are you getting close?" Pete asked, pulling on his balls and stroking his cock for Alan's viewing pleasure.
"Yes," Alan said, gasping his breath and pumping his cock faster. His balls were swinging and making a slapping noise. Pete matched Alan's strokes. "Yeah, faster Coach. Faster."
Alan moaned and squeezed his shaft. He stiffened and felt his cum shoot across his desk. His fist flew faster and more cum shot out. He locked eyes with Pete and saw the young man throw his head back. Looking down he saw Pete shoot ribbon after ribbon of cum onto his desk. Both men slowed their stroking and took deep breaths.
"Oh man, Coach. That was hot." Pete said.
Alan sat back down in his chair, slumping down. "Yeah, that was amazing." He took his speedo and wiped his hand and then cleaned up his desk while watching Pete take his towel and wipe his hand and cock, and then wrap the towel around his waist.
"Thanks Coach," Pete said. "I hope we can do this again."
"Me too," Alan said. "Um, I'll look for your car keys."
"Don't bother," Pete said. "I remembered where they are." He turned and left the office.
Alan smiled to himself.
The door opened and Dick Patterson walked in. "This office smells like cum," he said.
Alan grabbed a towel from the stack next to his desk. "I'm gonna take a shower," he said shedding his wind breaker and wrapping the towel around his waist before walking into the bathroom off the coach's office.
When Alan got home he changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and had a beer while trying to reconcile the things he had been doing for the past few weeks and how they made him feel. He was like any other man, he thought. He enjoyed sex. Jerking off was, for him, a long pleasurable process when he was alone and horny, which was most of the time he was away from work. There was also something about the thrill he felt taking the bets from his students, and also being dominated by Coach Patterson that got his dick twitching.
His doorbell rang bringing him out of introspection. He opened the door to find Danny West standing there in cargo shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. His sandy brown hair slightly mussed, and a five o'clock shadow on him bronzed, squared chin held Alan's attention. He felt his heart race and his cock start to stiffen at the sight of the young man.
"Hey Coach, nice boxers." Danny said, walking into the apartment. He casually reached out and squeezed Alan's cock through the soft material as he entered the room.
Alan gasped at the touch and closed the door. "Hi Danny. I, um, it's good to see you." He fumbled for words as Danny flopped down on the couch. "Would you like a beer?"
Danny smiled. "Gee Coach. I never had a teacher offer me booze. Sure, I'll take a beer." He stood up and walked over to Coach Adams. "Are you ready to pay up on our side bet?"
Alan gulped and sighed. "Um, a bet's a bet. Just please don't tell anyone about this. I'm not ready to be doing something like this in front of the whole team."
Danny took a sip of the beer Alan handed him. "Don't worry Coach. Getting you naked in front of the whole team is enough for me in public. Private stuff like this is just an added extra." He reached out again and placed his hand on Alan's chest. He pinched Alan's nipple through his t-shirt, and ran his hand down the front of the cotton material, feeling the heat from Alan's hard body as his hand came to rest on the bulge in Alan's boxers. He slipped his fingers in the fly of the boxers and felt the soft skin of his hard cock.
Alan sighed again. "Oh yeah."
Danny smirked. "You like my hand on your cock?"
Alan nodded. "Yeah, I do. Stroke me."
Danny wrapped his hand around Alan's cock and stroked him, pulling his cock from his boxers. He released the Coach's cock. "You're the one who lost the bet, dude. Let's see you stroke yourself for me for a bit."
Alan watched Danny walk back to the couch as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his shaft. He stood before his student stroking his cock. "You like watching me stroke my cock?" Alan asked.
"Oh yeah, Coach." Danny replied. "Work your cock for me."
Alan stood pumping his cock and squeezing his shaft while Danny sat and just stared at his coach. Like being in a trance he watched Alan's fist pump the length of his cock. Finally he spoke. "Take your t-shirt off," he said.
Alan did as asked, tugging the t-shirt of his head revealing his bare and bearded chest. He ran his hand over his chest and pinched his nipples for Danny. "Is this what you want?"
Danny nodded. "Yeah Coach. Now drop your boxers and crawl over here on your hands and knees."
Alan pulled his boxers off and stepped out of them. He sank to his knees and crawled across his living room stopping in front of the swim team captain, placing his hands on Danny's knees. He slid his hands up Danny's thighs and under his cargo shorts. His eyes widened. "You're freeballing?"
Danny smiled. "For you Coach. Giving you easier access to my cock. Take my shorts off."
Alan opened the shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off the young man, revealing his soft and slightly hairy cock. He looked up into Danny's eyes, and then leaned forward taking the soft cock in his mouth, pulling it and sucking on it, feeling the cock harden in his mouth. He thought to himself how much he liked the feeling of the cock growing in his mouth as he sucked on it.
Danny sighed and moaned. "Yeah Coach, suck my cock."
Alan released the cock and ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft, and then up to the tip and down to the young man's low hanging balls. He ran his tongue around the smooth slightly fuzzy balls and sucked on them like he sucked on the cock. He noted Danny smelled of chlorine and some after shave. The smell made Alan's cock twitch. He licked around the base of the cock and worked back up to the tip, taking it in his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the shaft and took it as far down his throat as he could without gagging.
Danny thrust his cock upward into Alan's mouth. "Yeah, Coach. Suck my cock. Take it," he almost whispered.
Alan took as much of it as he could, looking at Danny's cock and guessing it was close to the nine inches he claimed to be. It made him feel so hot to be sucking his student's cock, and to have the student telling him how to do it. "You like it?" He asked, pulling off the cock and breathing hard.
Danny groaned. "Oh yeah, Coach. I like it a lot. Suck me off. Make me come."
Alan lowered his head and began sucking again on the stiff cock before him running his lips and tongue over the long thick shaft, breathing through his nose and trying to take it further down his throat. Danny placed his hand on the back of Alan's head and guided him down, thrusting his hips up, fucking his face. He forced Alan's head down and thrust faster. "I'm gonna cum, Coach. Will you take it?"
Alan shook his head as best he could, with Danny's hand hold his head down. He struggled a bit, and Danny relented allowing him to back off. Alan grabbed Danny's cock and jerked him off, stroking the cock until he shot his load all over Alan's chest. Shot after shot of cum splashing down the fur of his pecs. "Oh yeah, Coach!" Danny moaned, jerk me off. Coat yourself in my cum."
Alan did as he was told, stroking the young man's cock until nothing came out. "That was amazing."
Danny smiled. "Yeah, for a beginner you're pretty good. Now let me watch you cum. Sit up here and jerk yourself off for me." "I don't suppose you want to suck me off?" Alan asked.
Danny's eyes sparkled. "Coach, you didn't win that, but I do want to suck you off. You'll just have to wait. Same bet for the next meet?"
Alan sat on the couch stroking his cock. He nodded. "Okay."
"Only next time we do it in the locker room, after school. Just you and me." Danny said.
Alan paused, but felt his cock getting close to erupting. He stroked faster. "Yes! Anything you want!" He said as he shot off his load, mixing his cum with Danny's. He rubbed his hand through the cum on his stomach and chest. "Oh man, that was intense. I'm a mess."
"Yeah," Danny said. "Let's take a shower. If you're good I'll let you suck on me some more, and maybe even jerk you off."
Alan looked up at Danny. "I didn't win it."
Danny took the Coach by the hand and pulled him to his feet. "Dude, I want to feel your body, run my hands all over you, and touch every inch of you."
Alan didn't answer he just led Danny through the apartment to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water felt good on both men, and relaxed Alan even more than his release did. He felt Danny take the soap and begin to lather up his back, then work his hands around his shoulders and arms to his chest, pressing their bodies together. He turned around to face Danny, and then pressed their bodies together again this time rubbing their cocks together.
Danny started to grow hard again and he was soon rubbing his cock against Alan's body. "Yeah Coach, you're one of the best I've had."
"Have you had a lot of coaches?" Alan asked.
"Ever since the eighth grade. I've had my share."
"Eighth grade?" Alan was a bit alarmed.
"Its okay, Coach. That was a long time ago, and I initiated it. It was morally wrong, but," he paused and rubbed his cock against Alan's, causing Alan's cock to lengthen and grow. "Aren't you glad I'm here now?"
Alan sighed and pulled Danny closer, lathering up his student and rubbing their bodies together. "I could get in a lot of trouble, but this makes it all worth it."
Danny pressed his cock against Alan's and wrapped his hands around both long thick pieces of meat and stroked them together. Alan moaned, and Danny thrust his cock against Alan's. "It's all good, Coach. This is how I want you, and I won you, so go with it. Someday soon I'm gonna fuck you."
"Oh? Are you?"
"Yeah, and you'll love it," Danny said. He stroked their cocks faster until he felt Alan being to throb and pulse.
"I'm gonna cum," Alan said.
"Do it. Cum for me," Danny said. "Cum on me."
Alan felt his cock pulse in Danny's hand and saw his cum spurt out covering his and Danny's cocks. Danny shivered and shot his own load up Alan's stomach and over their cocks. He leaned back and grinned. "Yeah Coach, this is all worth it."
End Chapter 4