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Coach Patterson's Cockfight Punishment
By R.A. Swain
Coach Richard Patterson strolled through the college locker room after the basketball practice shaking his head as he walked. The team scattered about the locker room alcoves stripping down and heading for the showers, each player trying to avoid the coach's eyes. It was Hank Collins who felt the coach's eyes on his back as he pulled his jock strap off and secured a towel around his waist before turning around to face his mentor.
"Coach," Hank said with a nod.
Patterson looked Hank in the eye. "So Collins, you really weren't too into practice today, were you?"
Hank looked down at the floor. "I tried coach. Doesn't that count for something?"
"Of course," Patterson said. "Effort is always recognized. It's just, your efforts sucked."
Hank looked up again, his mouth open. "Coach! Come on. I was trying. I'm just a bit distracted."
"Distracted? When you're on my time you're mind is on practice and the game. There is no distraction."
"Coach, I'm sorry. I know I could do better. Give me a break, will ya?"
Coach Patterson's nostrils flared. "Break? You want a break? I think you need to learn to focus." He reached forward and grabbed Hank's towel, pulling it from his waist.
"Hey!" Hank made a grab for the towel, but Coach Patterson pulled it out of Hank's range. "Coach, what's going on?"
"I'm gonna teach you to focus. Get back in those showers. I'll be joining you in a minute."
Hank looked at the coach. "I don't get it?"
Patterson pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing his barrel chest, slightly hairy. He began removing the rest of his clothes. "Simple, Collins. You need a lesson in focus. Do you think you're able to focus enough to take me?"
"Huh?"
Several of the team members were now gathering around by the shower entrance. Coach Patterson gave a snide smile. "I'm challenging you to a cockfight in the shower. If you can take me, if you can get me to cum before I get you to cum you get to fuck me right here in front of the entire team. If you can't get me to cum first, you take my cock up your ass in front of the team."
Hank's eyes widened. "Whoa, Coach! That's wild. I don't know about this."
"You afraid an old man like me is going to show up a horny 20 year old like you?" Patterson goaded, as he stripped off his pants, hooked his thumbs under the waist of his boxer briefs, and tugged them down facing his team member.
All eyes in the locker room focused on Coach Patterson's cock. Hank looked at the semi-hard piece of meat hanging before him. Everyone knew the Coach was hung, but Hank hadn't given all that much thought to it.
"Coach, exactly how does this work?" Hank asked.
Dick Patterson smiled, reached down and stroked his cock a couple times. "I think you know how this works."
Hank blushed a bit. "I mean the cockfight thing."
Coach nodded toward the showers. "Simple, Collins. We get in there, lather each other up, then we grind our cocks together until one of us shoots his load. The first guy to shoot his load loses. This is a no holds barred match I'm proposing. We each do whatever we can to try to get the other guy to cum first."
"Anything?" Hank asked.
"Anything." Coach replied, a glint in his eye. His cock began to swell up a bit at the thought of this. "The lesson here is focus. If you can focus well enough you might win."
Hank smiled at the thought of that. "And if I don't you're really gonna fuck my ass right here, in front of the entire team?"
Coach held out his hand. "Shake on it."
Hank looked down at his own cock, which was fluffing up while he compared himself to Coach Patterson. He reached out and took the coach's hand. "You're on. I'll risk my ass."
Coach nodded toward the showers again and Hank turned and walked in, followed by Coach. The rest of the team, also naked and some already sporting wood, followed and gathered around the edge of the shower room. The room consisted of three sets of shower rings. Hank and the Coach took the center ring, turned on the warm water and each too a handful of soap from the dispenser.
Coach reached out first with his soapy hand and grasped Hank's growing cock. He began lathering the younger man up, using his other hand to lather Hank's chest, paying special attention to Hank's nipples.
Hank copied the Coach's movements, but froze for a moment when he grasped Coach's monster cock. He marveled at how it felt to wrap his palm around the thick piece of meat. It was both soft and hard at the same time. His skin felt like velvet, covering a throbbing hammer. Hank paid special attention to the tip of Coach's growing cock. He could barely get his fingers around the shaft, and the tip was a two hand job. Suddenly he realized he might lose this contest and that huge cock would be penetrating his butt hole. He locked eyes with his coach and realized what the focus lesson would mean.
Coach Patterson saw the look of fear in Hank's eyes and smiled. He'd gotten the result he wanted. Stepping closer to his team member he pressed his cock against the young man's, tentatively measuring up, showing Hank that his own cock was shorter than Patterson's, but also because Patterson enjoyed the feel of his cock and balls against another man's. He reached around Hank's waist and pulled their bodies together, never breaking eye contact with the handsome young man.
Hank felt a little light headed. He had messed around with guys before, but feeling the body of someone he admired so much pressed against him he was distracted by the fulfillment of some fantasies. He felt Coach Patterson grind his hips and his cock against his own. He reached around Coach Patterson in a bear hug and returned the grinding motion. Their soapy cocks easily slid against one another.
Coach Patterson felt the tip of Hank's cock rubbing the spot on the underside of his own cock. He questioned his decision to challenge Hank. He'd been in many cockfights before, and knew his own limitations. The spot where Hank's cock was rubbing against his own was a trigger spot for him. He shifted his weight a little so his cock would aim in another direction, but still stimulate Hank.
Hank felt the tip of his cock hitting just below the tip of Coach Patterson's. He shivered at the feel of his tip being rubbed by the hairy cock and balls of his coach. He kept his eyes locked on the Coach's, feeling his cock rubbing the length of his shaft against his coach's and tried not to think about the fact the incredibly hot older man was rubbing his hairy body against his own. He was suddenly taken by surprised when Coach Patterson leaned in and kissed him, hard.
Patterson felt cum boiling in his balls and knew he had to do something to bring this fight to a rapid end, or he would be getting fucked in front of his team. The surprise move was to take the wrestling to a new level. He was now tongue wrestling as well as cockfighting. What surprised him was Hank's sudden enthusiasm, feeling Hank's tongue readily engage his own.
Hank felt a flutter in his stomach when Coach Patterson forced his tongue in Hank's mouth, but Hank quickly regained his focus. He pushed his tongue right back into the Coach's mouth. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. It became more apparent when he felt Coach Patterson's hands slip down to the cheeks of his ass, and began massaging them, moving his fingers closer and closer to Hank's hungry butt hole.
Hank thrust his cock against the coach harder and hard, but felt himself moving back hoping for the coach to slip a finger in his waiting hole. He broke the kiss and let out a sigh as Coach Patterson worked a finger around his hole. It didn't take long. Once Coach Patterson had two fingers, one from each hand, touch the edges of his hole. He moaned and sighed, and knew he lost the match but didn't care. His body stiffened and he groaned as cum spurted from his cock as Coach Patterson ground himself against the young man.
Coach Patterson relaxed and stepped back, watching Hank spurt several more times before slowing down. He smiled at the young man. "You're going to need a lot more lessons in focusing, but for today, for this challenge, you did well. Just not well enough."
Hank caught his breath. "I gave it my all, Coach. Honest."
"I know you did," he replied. "Now you get to assume the position of losing. On your knees, Collins."
Hank looked around the shower room at his team mates, all boned up and watching intently, and sank to his knees before his coach. He felt Coach Patterson take a handful of soap again and gently rub his hand over Hank's waiting hole. He felt a finger trace the outline of his butt hole, and then slowly insert to the first joint and retreat. Then insert again, this time to the knuckle, and retreat. Coach Patterson was starting with finger fucking his hole.
Coach Patterson took his time exploring Hank's butt hole, slowly inserting first one, then two, and finally three fingers in the student's begging ass. He looked down at the ass jutting up before him, and then glanced around the room at the rest of the team standing around stroking their own cocks. He positioned himself behind the younger man and rubbed the tip of his rock hard cock against Hank's begging hole.
"Fuck me, Coach." Hank moaned. "Teach me to focus."
"Oh I will," Coach Patterson said, as he slowly sank his curved cock into the ass of his team member, inch by inch until his balls rested against Hank's. He pulled back again and then thrust forward with more force. He picked up speed with each thrust until his balls were slapping Hank's.
Hank gritted his teeth and moaned as his coach slam-fucked his ass in front of the entire team. He felt his own cock hardening again, and Coach Patterson's hand reaching around to jerk him off. The Coach was going to make him cum a second time in front of everyone.
"Oh yeah," Coach Patterson groaned as he slammed his cock into his team member. "Take my cock. Ride it!"
"Yes!" Hank shouted, as he came a second time.
Coach Patterson pulled out of Hank's ass and squeezed his cock, shooting a load over Hank's ass and back. He squirted again, shooting over Hank's head, and again and again on Hank's back. He slumped down on top of the younger man and caught his breath. He and Hank both looked up at the rest of the team, some of whom were standing their watching with their cocks dripping cum, and others who had already shot a load or two.
"Well, everyone get showered up." Coach Patterson said, standing up and helping Hank to his feet.
Hank looked at Coach Patterson. "Coach," he said in a low whisper. "Can you give me some private lessons in focus?"
Coach Patterson smiled and directed Hank under a shower head. He took some soap and began rubbing his hands over the younger man's body. "See me after practice and we'll discuss a schedule," he whispered in Hank's ear as he soaped up Hank's cock for a third time.
The End