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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 6
By R. A. Swain
The smell of chlorine was intoxicating for Danny West; it had been since the first time he went to the "Y" for a swimming lesson when he was six years-old and even now in college he still felt the same thrill. When he coupled the light headed feeling he got from the smell of chlorine and being around a pool with the thrill of a bet or a dare Danny was lost. He couldn't resist bets or dares, and his natural cockiness and self-assurance made for a dangerous combination when he felt a challenge.
He remembered what it was like to challenge the older guys, to bring them down a peg or two when he would win a bet with them. He especially liked it when he got to his teens and the bets turned from innocent losses like drinking a shot of ketchup to sexual losses, first getting naked and eventually jerking off and other things. The first major win he remembered wasn't against one of his peers, but against his eighth grade coach. Coach Lawrence was easily talked into the challenge with Danny. It was a bet on shooting baskets, whoever shot the most baskets in a row won. Loser had to show the winner his cock.
It was a simple bet, something a grown man normally wouldn't take with a 13 year-old, but Danny West wasn't your average 13 year-old. He hinted to the coach on many occasions that he was bigger than the coach. The challenge to Coach Lawrence's manhood eventually got the older man curious about the kid.
Danny remembered the first win he had over Coach Lawrence. Coach was probably 30 at the time, and controlling someone twice his age gave Danny a sense of power that became a driving force in his later life. When Danny sank 11 shots in a row to the coach's 8, Coach Lawrence looked excited and nervous. They were alone in the gym, and Danny could hardly wait to collect his winning.
They went back to the Coach's office, and closed the door. For some reason Coach Lawrence stripped off his polo shirt first, even though the bet was to show the winner the loser's cock. Coach Lawrence took off his shirt first, then his sneakers, socks and shorts. He stood before the boy wearing only tight white briefs. "You won this, Danny." He said, slipping his thumbs in the waist of his briefs and slowly tugging them down.
Danny smiled. "Wow Coach, your cock is big. Not as big as mine, but pretty big. How big does it get when you're hard?"
Coach Lawrence looked down at his cock. "It gets bigger than it is."
Danny remembered how he stepped up to his naked coach, reached out and grasped the cock before him. He remembered the coach standing still, not moving, not objecting as Danny began to stroke and jerk on the older man, and the coach stood there, hands at his sides, letting the boy stimulate him. "You like this, coach?" He asked.
Coach Lawrence started to smile. Danny squeezed the man's growing cock. "I'm jerking you off now because you lost to me. You're letting me jerk you off because you lost to me. This puts me in charge of you. If I choose to, I can jerk you off until you cum, or I can stop jerking you off and leave you hard and needing relief. Would you like me to stop?"
Danny remembered the look on the man's face, the tone of his voice as he answered. "What ever you want to do is up to you, but I don't want you to stop. Please don't stop."
"Say you belong to me, and I might jerk you off," Danny said to the coach. "Say I beat you and I own you, and I can do what ever I want to you, and I might make you cum."
He watched the lines around the coach's eyes, and the sweat on the man's forehead as he stood there being handled by a teenager, knowing it was wrong and wanted it even more because it was wrong, and allowing the young boy to stroke his cock to a full erection. "I lost to you. I belong to you. Do whatever pleases you." Coach Lawrence said, thrusting his cock into the boy's hand.
Danny remembered jerking off his eighth grade coach, as he stood by the pool looking across the room at his college coach. He wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last, but he was the current challenge. Coach Adams was naked, paying up yet another bet to Danny. His ass was taunt and smooth, and Danny wondered what it was going to be like to fuck him.
"Hey Danny, did you hear me?" Dylan Clark asked. He was standing next to Danny.
Danny looked at the sophomore team mate. He was a good swimmer, with a good body. He had some fur on his chest, and muscular legs. "Huh?" Danny asked, "I didn't hear you."
"Yeah, you were off somewhere. I asked if you wanted to race?"
Danny smirked. "Dude, I don't race the sophomores."
Dylan glared at Danny. "You afraid I'll kick your ass?"
Danny snorted. "Oh I'd like to see that."
"Gimme the chance."
"Loser gets naked and hard for the rest of practice," Danny said.
Dylan took a deep breath. "You're on," he said. They shook hands.
"Hey Coach," Danny called out. "Dylan and I are gonna have a race."
Coach Alan Adams turned to face his team captain. "You guys got a bet on in the race?" He asked as he rounded the pool, his cock bouncing as he walked.
"The usual, naked and hard for the rest of practice," Danny said. "At least you won't be naked alone today when Dylan loses the race."
Alan looked at both young men and didn't care which one got naked. He knew seeing either of them naked would get him hard. "Whatever," he said, trying to sound disinterested. "Take your positions."
Danny and Dylan took their places at the edge of the pool and Alan blew a whistle. The two men dove into the pool and Alan watched them. He felt his own cock starting to fluff up a bit at the thought of one of the young men being naked like him. He lost a bet to Danny and was naked, as he was almost every practice. He liked the feel of being naked in front of his team. Danny emerged from the pool as Dylan reached the edge.
"Looks like you lost, Dylan," Alan said.
"Yeah, get out, get naked and get hard," Danny said. "That'll teach you to challenge your captain."
Dylan hung his head. "Someday I'll be as good as you."
Danny and the team watched as Dylan removed his suit and stood before his team mates. He locked eyes with Danny as he tugged and stroked on his cock in front of everyone. His cock grew to a full erection slightly curved to the right. His eyes went from Danny's to Coach Adams, and traced their way down Adams body to his cock, which was slightly fluffed up. He smiled at the coach when he saw his cock twitch. He watched the coach turn away and blow his whistle for the team to resume practice, never taking his eyes off the coach's ass.
Alan sensed the young man's eyes on him as he strode around naked. He was fighting to keep his cock soft. It was one thing to have to get a hard on in front of the team on a bet, but to throw a rod every time he was naked in front of them was a bit much, he thought. He felt both Danny and Dylan watching more than the rest of the team. He turned and almost bumped into Dylan who had moved up behind the coach.
"Um, Coach, how's my timing?" Dylan asked, a bit flustered by the proximity to his naked coach.
Alan was equally flustered by the young man's erection. He tried to be professional and ignore the hard on, but he found himself staring down at it, wanting to reach out and grab it and stroke it. He mentally compared it to Danny's and to Coach Patterson's. None of the guys compared to Coach Patterson. They were all smaller than him, and not as hairy.
"Ah, your timing is fine, Dylan," Alan replied.
"I didn't beat Danny."
Alan smiled and looked down at Dylan's cock. "I can see that. But it isn't about beating each other, as much as it's about building team spirit. That's why I allow these naked and more bets. We all learn something about each other when we see how each of us reacts to winning or losing. We also learn about ourselves."
Dylan looked down at Alan's much fluffed up cock. "I guess you like being naked," he said.
Alan looked down at his own rapidly growing cock. "I guess I do," he said. He blew his whistle. "Okay guys, hit the showers."
Alan hustled out of the pool area to the coach's office. As he closed the door Dick Patterson came out of the shower area with a towel draped over his shoulder. "So, you payin' up on another bet?"
"Yeah, plus one of the sophomores lost a bet to Danny and had to strip naked and get hard for most of the practice," Alan replied.
"Oh? Which one?" Dick asked, not getting dressed, but placing his towel on his chair and sitting down still naked.
"Dylan Clark."
Dick reached down and began stroking his cock. "Yeah, Dylan is a hot kid. Why don't you come over here and suck my cock?"
Alan looked at Dick's cock. "You didn't win it this time."
"How about just a friendly swap?" Dick suggested. He spread his towel on the floor and got down in front of Alan. "We blow each other. That's what coaches do, you know. They help each other out."
Alan looked at Dick kneeling before him. His cock had grown to a full boner before the older man. He wanted to suck Coach Patterson, but was still hesitant. "Okay, for a little while." He finally relented.
Dick reached out and took Alan's cock in his mouth. Alan sighed. It was all he wanted since Dylan had removed his speedo in practice and stroked to an erection. Alan wanted to have a mouth on his cock in the worst way, and now he was getting it in the best way. "Yeah, Dick, suck my cock," he whispered.
Dick Patterson gently pulled Alan down to the floor in front of him, and then the two men lay down facing each other's cock. Alan almost greedily began licking the tip of Dick's cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip and then down the underside of the shaft to Dick's large low hanging balls. He liked how Dick was hairy all over, but always shaved his shaft and balls. Licking the sac Alan gently sucking on Dick's balls taking one then the other into his mouth. He wished he could get both balls into his mouth at the same time, but they were just too big. He settled for one then the other, and then licked beneath them toward Dick's ass. He moved back up to Dick's shaft and then placed his mouth over it, taking in as much as he could.
All the while he was licking the older coach's cock he was concentrating on the feeling of Dick's mouth on his own smaller cock. Dick Patterson knew how to give head, and the feeling of the hot mouth on his cock coupled with the hairy body against his own brought Alan closer to the edge. He was horned up from the practice and now from the older coach sucking him off and having the older man's cock in his own mouth.
He felt Dick thrust his cock faster into his mouth and knew he was getting closer to cumming. Dick pulled his cock from Alan's mouth.
"I'm gonna cum," he said. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times until he erupted in stream after stream of cum on Alan's face and chest. Alan had been jerking himself off as Dick shot his load, and the sight of Dick's cum shooting out of the big cock tip launched Alan into his own eruption. His cum shot all over Dick's hairy chest.
Both men lay spent on the floor. Neither noticed Pete Cranston close the office door, nor were they aware he had watched them.
"Looks like we both need a shower," Alan said. "He reached out and rubbed his cum on Dick's chest.
"Yeah," Dick replied, rubbing his cum on Alan's chest. "Let's conserve water and do it together."
The two coaches stood up and walked into the private shower in the office.
End Chapter 6