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The Games Men Play Chapter 3: The Coach
By R.A Swain
Coach Dave Styles blew his whistle. "Okay guys, enough practice. Hit the showers, except for Sampson and Winston."
Kyle Sampson and Matt Winston walked over to the coach while the rest of the basketball team ran off to the locker room. "What's up, Coach?" Kyle asked.
"You two still need some work on your lay ups and foul shots. I'm gonna go make sure the rest of the team isn't goofing off in the showers and then I'm coming back and the three of us are gonna play a little game to give you some more practice. While I'm gone, pick up the loose balls."
The boys did as their coach asked, Dave noted, without even questioning him. He knew they were already pretty good, but they could be better. Also he knew they would go along with what he had in mind. As he walked through the locker room he thought back to the conversation he overheard on the team bus last week on the way back from their game against Union City College.
Kyle and Matt had been reading about a college coach back East who made some of his players participate in a game of strip basketball. Both boys said they thought it sounded cool and wouldn't mind playing. Then he heard Kyle say it might be fun to get the coach in a one on one strip game. Matt agreed, saying he wondered if the coach would ever have the nerve for something like that.
Dave knew it was a risk. Both boys were almost 20, but if they weren't into it, he could be risking his job. He went into his office, and quickly changed into a team uniform. He knew how the team dressed for practice, and wanted this to be even if the guys agreed to it.
He watched the last of the team dressing and leaving, and then he returned to the gym. He saw Matt and Kyle sitting on the bleachers talking. "Okay guys, I think we are going to play a game of OUT. Only since you seem to need more practice, I thought it would be interesting if I gave you some incentive."
"Incentive, Coach?" Matt asked. He ran a hand through his short-cropped curly black hair. "Are you talking like a bet?"
Dave smiled, his red goatee making an almost perfect circle around his mouth. "Yeah. Only, gambling for money would be illegal on campus, so I was thinking more along the lines of clothing." He said it, and watched their expressions.
"Cool!" Kyle said. "Are you playing this game with us, Coach?"
"Yes." He eyed the brown haired boy. "Here's how it'll work. I set the shots. If both of you make the shot, I lose an article of clothing. If one of you misses, or both of you miss, that guy loses an article of clothing."
"Let me get this straight," Matt said. "You're gonna let us beat the pants off you?" He almost couldn't keep from smiling.
"If you think you can, smart ass."
"So what happens if you miss the set-up shot?" Kyle asked.
"Good point," Dave said. He hadn't thought of this, but Kyle had an answer already.
"How about, if you miss the set-up shot, after the game you take one whack from each of us for each shot you missed, with that frat paddle hanging over your desk?"
"Bare assed," Matt added.
"Bare assed?" Dave asked.
"Well, you'll already be naked when we beat you," Matt said.
"Okay," Dave agreed. "We'll play until either I'm naked, or both of you are naked. In the event one of you is naked, the naked guy is then playing for swats as well. Agreed?"
The guys looked at each other. "Agreed."
"Bare assed swat in my office after the game," Dave said. He felt a slight stir in his jock, but knew he could pull this one off. "Okay, let's start this game."
He took the first shot. Both Kyle and Matt made it.
"Okay coach, lose the shirt," Kyle said. Dave pulled his uniform tank over his head, revealing a red bearded chest, and pale white skin.
"Man, you need a tan," Matt said. "I'll bet your ass is even whiter."
"We'll see who has the whitest ass at the end of the game," Dave said. He took another shot and it bounced off the rim.
"Cool! That's two swats you're getting," Matt said.
Dave didn't respond, instead setting up the next shot. Kyle missed that one, so Dave didn't lose anything, but Kyle removed his shirt. He had a trail of brown hair leading down his chest and disappearing into his shorts.
The next shot both boys missed. Now Matt removed his shirt. Kyle looked at the coach.
"Er, --"
"The shorts," Dave answered his unasked question. "Then the sneakers, socks and finally jocks."
Kyle blushed a little, pulling his shorts off over his sneakers. Matt gave a wolf whistle. Kyle felt strangely excited standing in the gym without his shorts on, revealing his exposed pale ass framed by the taunt jockstraps.
The next shot cost Matt his shorts, revealing his hairy ass for inspection, but also cost Kyle his sneakers.
Dave was feeling pretty good about this, and a bit excited. He missed the set-up, and both boys grinned. "That's four," Kyle said. To add insult to the missed set up, both boys made the next shot and now Dave was faced with removing his shorts, and revealing his white, smooth ass to the guys.
The next shot cost Dave his sneakers. Now the traction of socks on the gym floor wasn't much. He missed two set-up shots in a row. "Eight!" Kyle crowed.
The guys both made the next shot, and Dave removed his socks. He had to get at least one of the guys naked for him to get the game going his way. It didn't take much. The next shot cost Kyle his socks, followed quickly on the next shot by his jock, and Matt's sneakers.
Kyle hesitated. Then turning his back to both Matt and the coach he pulled his jock down. When he turned to face them his cock appeared to be semi-hard. Dave and Matt didn't say anything.
Dave took the next shot, and this time both guys missed. Matt removed his socks.
"That's one swat for you," Dave crowed. He saw Kyle's cock getting slightly bigger.
The next set up cost Dave two more swats. After the boys got done laughing and cheering for ten swats, they both missed the next shot. "Two shots for Kyle," Dave said. "Now Matt, lose the jock."
Matt pulled his jock down and his cock was already up more than Kyle's.
"It looks like getting naked in the gym has a good effect on both of you," Dave said.
"Yeah, but I guess the game's over now," Matt said. "You got us naked."
"Yeah, I did, but you need more practice. Tell you what, we keep playing, you guys for swats, me for my jock. If I get either of you to ten swats before you get my jock, you lose. If you get my jock first, I lose."
"So we get the swats as our penalty?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, and I'll even make it more interesting. If you get my jock first, we'll double my swats," Dave offered. His cock was tenting out his jock pouch and the guys noticed it.
"You're on," Kyle said.
Seven shots later, Matt had five swats coming, and Kyle eight. The next shot was a lay up Dave wanted them to practice. Both guys made the shot.
They danced around and high five each other. "Okay Coach, we win."
Dave stood there for a moment. "Shall we go to my office?"
"Not so fast Coach," Matt said. "Strip off your jock out here. We've been bouncing around naked for the last thirty minutes in the gym. You can at least walk back to the locker room naked."
Dave smiled. He faced the guys and pulled his jock down. When he stood up his cock was almost straight out, as were both players. "Getting naked in the gym has the same effect on me as it does on you." He reached down and stroked his shaft a couple times. "Now lets get back to my office. You still got some swats coming."
"Yeah, but you've got twenty coming." Kyle said.
"Okay, I'll do yours first," Dave said as they entered his office. "Assume the position, Matt."
"Why me first?" Matt asked.
"Because, you get the least." Dave pointed to the desk.
Matt placed his hands on the edge of the desk and bent over. Dave began swinging the paddle. Not with full force, but hard enough to make a loud smacking sound when it connected to Matt's butt. "OW!"
"Four more," Dave reminded. He swung again, and again. When he was finished Matt stood up and rubbed his butt. When he turned to face Kyle and Dave his cock was pressed against his belly. "It looks like you really liked that."
"We'll see how hard you get after twenty swats," Matt said.
Kyle assumed the position next, and Dave doled out his seven swats. Kyle too was fully erect once he faced Dave.
"Now Coach," Matt said. "You assume the position. My ten first, then Kyle's."
Matt swung the paddle and it connected with Dave's bare ass. The kid was hitting hard. Dave knew his butt was gonna be very red by the time Matt was finished. He also felt his cock go to full erection at the first swat. By the tenth he knew he was in real trouble. When Kyle began swinging he was really feeling the effect of the paddle. As Kyle counted out his ten Dave felt the precum slowly working it's way out of his tip. When he stood up and turned to face his team players they couldn't take their eyes from his seven- inch cock.
"Wow Coach, I've never seen a guy oozing precum like that before," Matt said.
Dave had to admit it was a lot even for him. "I got really turned on by all of this," Dave admitted. He reached down and stroked his hand up and down the shaft, evenly coating it in precum.
"Coach, since we won," Matt said, "how about giving us a victory show?"
"You mean jerk off in front of you?" Dave was happy with the way the whole game had gone, and this was getting even better.
"Yeah," Kyle chimed in. "I'd like to see how you get yourself off."
"Is that all you want?" Dave asked.
"What more can we have?" Matt asked.
"Well, since you two are getting so much better at the game, I was thinking of letting you to have a sword fight, in my mouth," Dave offered. "And then you can both help your coach get off several different ways. That is, if you've got the time. Or we could make that the bet for your next practice?"
"How about both?" Matt asked.
"Both?"
"Yeah. How about you getting on your knees right now, and then let me and Kyle show you how we can worship Coach cock?"
Dave fell to his knees without another word waiting for Kyle and Matt to shove their cocks in his face. He greedily took as much of both of them in his mouth as he could, sucking them and jerking them alternately, until Matt shudder and began to shoot his load on Dave's chest. Kyle saw this and he too began to cum. Dave directed both cocks toward his chest, rubbing their cum into his skin after they finished shooting.
He stood up and watched as Kyle and Dave both knelt before him, and began to kiss one another with his cock between their lips. It was a feeling he would never forget. It didn't take much for his to shoot off on both boys. As they all stood holding on to each other, Dave led them to the showers.
"We're gonna make this a daily part of our practice," he told them.
"Yes Coach," Kyle agreed.
"You bet." Matt made it unanimous.
"I don't think you guys are finished," Dave said. He guided them under the warm water and they began to soap each other up. Dave felt Kyle's hands on his ass while he concentrated on soaping up Matt's growing cock. Soon all three were sporting a new set of boners.
Dave turned his back to the guys and bent forward. "Are either of you guys hard enough to fill your Coach's ass?" he asked.
Both man stood looking at Dave Styles' waiting hole. "You'll each get a chance," Dave said, "But I need one of you in me now."
Kyle stepped up to Dave's ass and placed the tip of his cock against Dave's hole, gently pushing forward. Matt stepped around in front of Dave and let him grab his hot cock again. Getting a hand job from his coach was one of the hottest things ever to happen to him, and watching his buddy fuck the coach was really getting him close to a second load. Kyle was thrusting faster and getting close himself, but he didn't want to shoot off inside Dave. He pulled out and turned Dave around quickly.
"Jerk me off, Coach!" Kyle ordered. Dave grabbed the pulsing cock and began jerking again until Kyle shot his load all over Dave's chest and stomach.
While Dave was jerking Kyle, Matt had resumed jerking Dave. Now he sensed Dave was close. Dave moaned. "Slap my balls," he said.
Matt looked at him like he was crazy.
"Not hard. Like this," Dave said, demonstrating a mild slap on Matt's ass. Matt obliged, and gently slapped Dave's balls. "Again! Harder!" Dave yelled.
Matt repeated the slap slightly harder, and he felt Dave's cock pulse in his hand as jizm shot out over Matt's shoulder and against the wall above his head. "Wow!" Matt said. "I've never seen anybody shoot like that, not even in movies."
Dave exhaled as Matt stopped pumping his cock, and they all stood under the warm water allowing it to wash down over their spent bodies. Several minutes later they finished the shower and all stood around watching each other dry off.
"Coach, we are gonna do this again, right?" Kyle asked.
"I said we would," Dave replied. He placed the towel around his neck. "Maybe I'll even let you take me on in some cockfighting."
"Cockfighting?" Matt asked.
"Next time," Dave said. "I'm not as resilient as you."
"Next time you'll be the one naked out in the gym first," Matt said. "Maybe you should pay up center court, what do you think Kyle?"
"Make the Coach suck us both off center court after we beat his pants off?" Kyle repeated the thought. "You up for it coach?"
"Always," Dave said. "Always."
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