Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 00:06:00 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- chapter 12

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 12

By R. A. Swain


Danny West pulled into the lot at Alan Adams apartment and parked near his
building. He headed for Coach Adams door and paused spotting the drapes of
the coach's apartment slightly parted, not really enough see in from the
parking lot, but if you walked right up to them one could peak in and he
decided to do just that. Trying not to look like a Peeping Tom he strolled
a couple steps from the sidewalk and casually stood by the window and,
trying not to draw attention in case the coach was looking out, quickly
peeked in.

He saw Coach Adams sitting on the couch in his boxers, his cock sticking
out through the fly. He was slowly stroking, and watching something on
TV. Danny guessed the coach was probably watching porn. He got turned on at
the thought of Coach Adams watching porn. His cock started to throb in his
shorts.

Alan was sitting on the couch. He had come home from work and stripped down
to his boxers, had a few beers and relaxed with a porn DVD of college boy
amateurs jerking off. It wasn't what he wanted to do, but he wanted to
clear his head of the things he'd been doing, the sex, the bets, the
dares. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the things he'd been doing, but he
needed to get clear in his mind why he was doing them.

He watched the DVD and the broke college boy jerking off and imagined it
was Danny West stripping on the screen and stroking his cock while talking
about what he likes to do sexually. The doorbell brought him back to the
moment. Damn, he thought tucking his hard cock back in his boxers. He
flicked off the TV and answered the door.

"Danny, hi." He said greeting the college boy about whom he had been
fantasizing.

"Hi coach," Danny said, entering the apartment, and casually squeezing
Alan's cock through his boxers. "Nice. I was just wondering if you wanted
to get a bite at the Quick Burger?"

Alan glanced back at the TV and then to Danny. "Last time I was there you
made me jerkoff."

"Don't worry Coach, I won't make you beat off outside again. Why don't you
put on some shorts and a t-shirt and socks and sneakers and we'll just hang
out while we eat." Danny had a seductive tone in his voice.

"Isn't it kind of late?" Alan asked, wishing Danny would grope his cock
once again.

"It's never too late," Danny said. "Come on, Coach. I want to hang with
you."

Alan looked the younger man over from head to toe, and against his better
judgment decided Danny was sincere. "Okay, I'll be right with you." He
headed to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of cargo shorts over his boxers,
slipped on socks and sneakers and grabbed a shirt on his way back to the
living room. "Ready."

"Cool," Danny said. He had the urge not to go to the burger joint, and just
stay there with the coach having all the sex he wanted. He knew the coach
would do anything he wanted even if it wasn't a dare or bet, but another
part of him needed to dominate the other man. He needed to feel in control,
and he sensed the coach needed to be dominated, to be humiliated.

He could always tell when a man had the need to be controlled and
humiliated. And he knew that most of the coaches he had throughout high
school and now in college all had that desire. Sure, Coach Patterson needed
to give as well as get, but Coach Adams was definitely one who needed to be
controlled and shown his place in life.

They drove in silence to the fast food restaurant, when he pulled into the
parking lot Danny parked and they went inside. "Did you bring your wallet
tonight?" he asked.

Alan smiled and reached into his pocket producing a wallet. "Yeah. I
learned my lesson the last time."

We'll see, Danny thought. "Cool. Not that I mind paying for you. It has its
advantages." He casually reached out and groped the coach's crotch again.

They ordered and took a booth by the window. "Slow tonight," Alan said.

"No, it is late, like you said. They will be closing in a little bit, but
Pete's brother will let us stay awhile," Danny said.

"Cool."

"It can be."

Alan looked around the restaurant and realized it was only himself, Danny
and the employees, a small group of high school seniors. He also noticed a
video game in the corner. It was an old video game, one he had played often
back when he was younger. A thought crossed his mind. "Hey, you up for a
game?" he asked gesturing to the machine in the corner.

Danny looked toward the machine. "Coach, are you suggesting a bet?"

Alan glanced down at his food. "I might be."

"Does it involve nudity?" Danny asked, a smile dancing across his lips.

"It might," Alan replied.

"Give with the details," Danny said.

Alan thought for a moment.  "So what's the big payoff?" Danny asked.

Alan shrugged. "Loser rides back to my place naked?"

"I've got a better idea," Danny said. "High score wins. Loser stands on the
counter and strips to his socks and sneakers and jerks off in chocolate
shake and drinks it. Then he rides home naked."

Alan smiled. "Do you think these guys will go for that?" He knew the
answer.

"Hey Zach," Danny called to Pete's brother. "Do you want to see the coach
jerkoff again?"

Zach smiled. "Sure."

"You're jumping to the conclusion I'll lose," Alan said. "It could be you
jerking off."

"Right. Like I ever lose?"

"You have on occasion," said Alan.

"Not when I don't want to," Danny replied. "Rick and Jeff cool with it?" he
asked Zach.

Zach called back to the drive thru window. "Hey Rick. Jeff. You guys wanna
see Danny's coach beat his meat again?"

"Hell yeah," Jeff answered.

"Yeah," Rick replied.

"Well Coach, let's play and see who wins," Danny said stepping up to the
game and inserted his dollar. "Wanna make it more interesting?"

"How?" Alan asked.

"While each of us is playing, the other guy stands behind him and gropes
the guy's cock through his shorts," Danny said.

Alan glanced back at the counter and the three high school guys standing
there watching. He inserted his dollar and grabbed the joystick. "Go for
it," He was sure he could take Danny in this. It was a game he played since
he was 10. Danny stepped up behind Alan, reached around and began casually
groping him through his cargo shorts. As he maneuvered the joystick the
whack-a whack-a sound put Alan into the zone, just as it had so long
ago. He watched the screen as the little round head ate power dots and
fuzzy ghosts, and finally got cornered and withered and died.

He stepped back and his cargo shorts were tented out from Danny's expert
manipulation of his cock through the material of the shorts.

Danny smirked and took over his position at the machine, feeling the coach
press his stiff cock against his back and reach around grab his cock while
Danny took the joystick. Alan noticed the three high school seniors had
gathered around them, watching as Alan gripped Danny's cock through his
shorts. Alan marveled at how hard Danny's cock became as he groped him. His
own cock was rock hard rubbing against Danny's ass. Danny lost
concentration, but not before grabbing top score.

Alan stepped back revealing his tented shorts again.

"Nice tent, Coach," Jeff said.

"Thanks," Alan replied. He couldn't wait to have Danny's arms around him
groping his cock. He enjoyed the way Danny manipulated his cock. This time
Danny reached into his pockets and began massaging his cock and balls
through the thin cotton material of his pockets. Danny fisted his cock and
began stroking him. It didn't take long to distract the coach. He knew what
it would mean, but he really wasn't concerned. The thought of jerking off
in front of Danny was getting him turned on as much as Danny's groping his
cock.

They reversed positions again and he moved to mimic Danny's style, but
instead of reaching into Danny's pockets Alan slipped his hands into
Danny's waistband and groped him directly through his boxer-briefs. He
could feel the heat of Danny's cock burning through the thin
material. Danny groaned as Alan rubbed his hand over the tip of his cock
through the cotton of his underwear. It was a most erotic feeling. Danny
felt precum being leaking from his cock. He was definitely going to have a
wet spot.

He watched the little yellow head on the screen dissolve and he realized
one more round would cost him if he let the coach get much of a score. He
took position behind the coach, ground his cock against the Coach's ass,
and reached around in front of Alan, slipping his hands inside Alan's
shorts and his boxers. He explored the Coach's cock with his bare hands,
stroking him and squeezing his cock while grinding his own cock hard
against Alan's ass. He gripped Alan by the balls and Alan sighed,
momentarily letting go of the joystick. He knew he lost. Hanging his head
leaned back into Danny.

"When we get back to my place I need to suck your cock," Alan whispered to
Danny.

"We'll see." Danny said, withdrawing his hand from Alan's shorts. "First
you pay up here."

Alan looked at Danny, then to Jeff, Zach and Rick as Rick locked the
doors. "Coach, looks like you lost another bet to Danny," Zach said. "Now
what exactly is it you have to do?"

Alan glanced down at the floor. "I have to stand on the counter, strip to
my sneakers and socks, and jerkoff in a chocolate shake and drink it."

"Awesome!" Jeff said. He groped his cock through his uniform pants.

"Well Coach," Danny said, "climb up on the counter and do your strip."

Alan felt a slight sweat break out on his brow as he hoisted himself up on
the counter between the registers. Danny stepped over to the table and
picked up the coach's shake, holding it in front of him. Alan looked down
at the four young men standing below him and he felt a slight rush go
through him. Not only was he going to be naked in front of them, again, but
he was doing it almost willingly. He may have lost a bet, but he would've
done it without the bet if Danny asked him to.

Zach turned on a radio and found a rock station. "Go for it, Coach. Shake
your booty."

Alan smiled and stripped off his shirt, twirled it over his head and tossed
it to Zach. Shaking his ass he began to open his cargo shorts, unzipping
them and letting them fall to his ankles, he kicked them aside. Now
standing on the counter in only his sneakers, socks and boxers he gyrated
to the music to young men had chose and tugged his shorts down revealing
his rock hard cock to them.

The four young men cheered and Jeff retrieved Alan's boxers. He held them
up to his face and took a deep breath.

"Now for the shake," Danny said.

"Make him fuck the shake for us," Zach said to Danny.

Danny smiled at Zach and then turned to Alan. "You heard him, Coach. Do ten
pushups into the shake for us. I'll hold the cup for you."

Alan looked at the expectant faces and knelt down on the counter,
stretching out over the shake Danny held beneath his cock. He looked into
Danny's eyes, and then past him at Jeff. He slowly began to thrust downward
toward the cold shake. The tip of his cock came into contact with the
creamy drink and he pulled back. Danny placed his hand on Alan's ass and
pushed down only enough to let Alan know he would do what Danny wanted.

The cold shake felt soothing against his hot cock as he sank his shaft
deeper into it until his balls hit the edge of the cup. He began thrusting
as Danny ordered, feeling the eyes of the four young men on his ass. After
finishing his pushups he stood up, his cock coated in the milk shake, and
he wrapped his fist around the shaft. He began pumping it, looking from
Zach to Jeff to Rick and back to Danny. He wanted to suck Danny off alone
at his apartment, but first he had to perform, he knew it.

Jeff had unzipped his uniform pants and pulled his hard cock out, stroking
himself matching the coach stroke for stroke.

Danny turned and looked at Zach, locking eyes with him and glanced down at
his crotch. Zach was groping himself but not watching the coach, he was
watching Danny. Alan stood on the counter, holding the shake in front of
his cock and his head leaning back as he shuddered and began to cum in the
drink. He felt his cum build in his balls and then down the shaft and out
of his cock into the drink. Spurt after spurt of cum shot from his cock and
he groaned with desire in front of the four young men as he performed for
them.

He slowly came down from the high he felt jerking off in front of them and
realized the next part of his dare. He looked down at Jeff, standing there
stroking his still hard cock, and Zach and Rick groping themselves through
their uniform pants. He took a straw and stirred his cum into the
shake. Jeff stroked his cock faster as he watched the college swim coach
begin to drink the cum filled shake.

Danny only glimpsed the coach paying up on the bet, paying more attention
to Zach as he groped his crotch. Rick continued to grope himself, but Jeff
was earnestly jerking off and as Alan finished the shake Jeff threw his
head back and shot his load on the floor. "Oh man, that was hot," he
whispered.

Alan smiled. "I enjoyed it."

"So did I," Jeff said. "I can't wait to get to college next year."

Alan hopped down from the counter and stood naked with the young
men. "Yeah, I'll bet you're going to be fun to coach."

Jeff stepped up to Alan with his cock still hanging out and still hard. He
reached behind the coach and ran his finger between the coach's ass
cheeks. "I definitely can't wait."

Alan jumped. "Danny, I'm ready to go."

"Yeah," Danny said, not taking his eyes from Zach's crotch. He leaned into
Zach. "Find your brother and bring him to the coach's apartment."

Zach smiled. "I owe you and Pete a blowjob."

"Yeah, but tonight is gonna be more than just that," Danny said. "Ready to
ride home naked, Coach," he said, turning to face Alan.

Alan looked at Danny. "A bet's a bet. Let me clean up and I'll be right
out." He headed off to the men's room.

Jeff was cleaning his cum up off the floor. "Thanks Danny, your coach is
way hot and totally cool to do this."

"Yeah." Danny turned to Zach. "Catch you later. Bring your brother to the
coach's apartment in an hour."

End Chapter 12