Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 02:46:02 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 15

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter  15

By R. A. Swain


A doorbell woke Danny West from a sound sleep. He stretched, felt his ass
ache and remembered what he had done with Zach. He looked around but Zach
was gone. He was alone in bed. The doorbell rang again and he stumbled out
of bed, grabbed a pair of boxer shorts from the floor and pulled them
on. His stomach and chest felt crusty, and he realized he still had the
dried cum from the previous night on him. Well, maybe whoever was at the
door wouldn't notice, he thought.

He stumbled down the stairs and opened the door. "Mr. Clark," he
said. Dylan Clark's father was standing at the door in sneakers, a t-shirt
and onion skin jogging shorts.

"I was just coming to see if your dad wanted to join me for a morning jog,"
David Clark said.

Danny looked at Dylan's father, his curly brown hair like his son's; and
obviously as hairy as his son. His furry chest shown through his white tank
top, and the hair on his legs disappeared under his shorts. "Um, didn't my
dad tell you he was going away for a couple weeks?"

David Clark smiled. "Oh yeah. I guess I forgot."

"Well, he'll be back in a couple of weeks." Said Danny.

"I don't suppose you'd be up to joining me?"

Danny shook his head. "No thank you, Mr. Clark. I'm not up to jogging this
morning."

"No, I suppose you're not, after what I saw last night."

Danny froze in panic as Dylan's father described Danny's actions from the
previous evening.

"You were standing on your driveway naked and jerking off under the motion
lights, and what was it you were shouting? Oh yes, something about being
someone's bitch." David repeated what he heard and saw the younger man
doing.

"Mr. Clark, I can explain," Danny said.

David smiled. "There's no need to explain. Remember, Danny, I was the
Assistant Vice-Principal of your high school. Your reputation may have
escaped you, but I remember some of the stuff you were rumored to have
done."

"Mr. Clark, I—"

"Don't worry, Danny. I don't suppose you knew I was watching you out on the
driveway," David said, adding, "or later in your bedroom."

Now Danny felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. "Oh God! Mr. Clark, I
can explain. Really I can. Please don't tell my dad what you saw. Please."

"I'll bet you never thought I was watching you, did you?"

"No, we didn't think about who might be watching," Danny said. "I figured
Dylan might be, but—" he stopped realizing what he had said.

"So you wanted my son to watch you get fucked by the Cranston boy?"

"Huh?"

"I'm still with the school system," David said. "I know Zach Cranston. He's
a cocky little prick just like you were when you were in high school. Only
from the look of it, his prick isn't so little. Not as big as mine, but
big. So did you want Dylan to see you getting fucked?"

"No! I never wanted anyone to see us. The open shade was Zach's idea."

"And you went alone with it because you're his bitch?" David asked; a smirk
on his face.

"No. I mean, I don't know. It was hot, the thought of anyone watching."

"But you knew Dylan could see it, if he had been home, didn't you?" David
pried.

Danny hung his head. "Yes, I suppose I did. Deep down, I knew he might
see."

David glanced down the length of Danny's naked body. "I can see just
talking about being watched gets you turned on." He gestured toward Danny's
crotch.

Danny looked down at his crotch and the bulge in his boxers. "Um, I can,
um, I mean, I—"

"Don't worry about it," David said. "I won't tell anyone what I saw."

Danny breathed a sign of relief. "Really Mr. Clark? You promise?"

David smiled. "Danny, why would I tell anyone? What could I gain?"

Danny thought about it. "I don't know, but thanks for not telling anyone. I
guess I should go get a shower now. Thanks again," he said starting to
close the door.

David put his hand against the door and pushed it open. "You really aren't
very bright, are you?"

Danny stared at his team mate's father. "Huh?"  "I'm not going to tell
anyone about it, but you're going to do something for me in return," David
said.

"Huh?" Danny asked.

David groped his cock through his jogging shorts. "Danny, did you really
make Coach Lawrence, your high school swim coach, run the jogging track
naked?"

Danny looked at the ground. "Can I get in trouble for that? It was a few
years ago. Besides, we were just having fun."

"Like the fun you had last night with Zach Cranston?"

"Mr. Clark, it was, I mean, I don't know. I couldn't help myself." Danny
was looking at the growing bulge in David Clark's jogging shorts.

"You like cock, don't you?"

Danny nodded. "I guess I do. It's just fun."

"Well I won't tell my son or your father what I saw through the telephoto
lens of my camera, or show them any of the pictures I took, if you show me
how much you like cock," David said.

Danny's eyes widened again. "Mr. Clark! You're old enough to be my father."

"What? Oh I know, you only like to suck off high school guys."

"No. I mean, Mr. Clark, you're confusing me. Are you blackmailing me?"

David groped his cock blatantly in front of Danny. "Yes, son, I am. Now get
on your knees and pull my shorts down and suck my cock."

Danny looked at the older man. "I can't. I mean, I don't know."

"What don't you know? If you want to suck my cock here, or in your bedroom?
Or if you want me to show Dylan and your team mates how you, the great
Danny West, big man on campus, was dominated by a mere high school senior?"

Danny felt scared. He looked down at his team mate's father, his own
father's friend, and at the bulge in his jogging shorts. He sank to his
knees in front of his neighbor and reached out for his hips. He ran his
hand over the waist of David's jogging shorts and slipped his fingers under
the waistband. Looking up at the older man he pulled the shorts down,
causing Mr. Clark's cock to bounce about in the air before him. He stared
at the slab of meat dangling in front of him.

"Man, you're huge," Danny said.

David smiled. "You've heard the expression `beer can cock?'"

Danny nodded. The cock before him was at least as thick as a beer can.

"Well, I'm thick as a beer can and twice as long. Now suck it." David
ordered.

Danny hesitated. "I don't think I can."

"After what I saw last night I think you can, and will. And a lot more,"
David snapped.

"I just mean, it's so big."

"Don't worry, boy. I'll take it easy on you. Now get your mouth on my
cock."

Danny leaned forward and tentatively licked the mushroom crown of David's
cock, running his tongue over the man's piss slit. David moaned and shoved
his cock forward into Danny's mouth. Danny choked a bit and tried to slowly
take as much of the hairy cock into his mouth as possible.

"Yeah, suck my cock, boy. Lick your way down the shaft to my balls."

Danny did as he was being told. He marveled at how hairy it was compared to
Coach Adams and even Coach Patterson. He worked his tongue through the
forest of fur on his balls and around his shaft back up to the tip.

David thrust his balls in Danny's face.

Danny pulled back and took a deep breath. "Is this what you want,
Mr. Clark?"

David laughed. "Hell yeah." He stepped back and pulled his jogging shorts
off. "I figure we don't have to worry about clothes since you're here
alone. Why don't you strip for me? I want to see you naked."

Danny stood up and reluctantly pulled his boxers down in front of his
former high school Vice Principal, revealing his neatly trimmed light brown
pubes, and long cock. He ran his hand up his six-pack abs along the
treasure trail over his flat stomach to his chest.

"Let's go up to your bedroom. I want to fuck you the way Zach Cranston
fucked you,' David said.

Danny looked at the thick cock bouncing before David. "I don't think I'll
be able to take it. Your cock is huge."

David smiled. "You'll take it. Don't worry, Danny, I don't want to hurt
you.  I want you taking my cock for a long time. I'll see to it you enjoy
it."

Danny walked ahead of David to the bedroom, his head hung in defeat. As if
being dominated by Zach wasn't bad enough now he felt even more humiliated
being fucked by his former high school vice principal. He walked into his
bedroom and sighed. "Mr. Clark, please don't do this."

David smiled. "Got lube?"

Danny hung his head and reached into his nightstand. He withdrew a bottle
and handed it to David. "Please. I'll suck you off whenever you want, where
ever you want. Please don't fuck me."

David poured some lube on his hand and began coating his cock with it. He
spun Danny around and bent him over the bed, running his lubed finger
around Danny's asshole, slipping his finger into the waiting hole. "You
will suck my cock whenever and wherever I want, but you will also learn to
take my cock up your ass, unless you want you dad to see the photos of you
being fucked by a mere high school student."

Danny felt tears running down his cheeks as David began rubbing the tip of
his lubed up cock against Danny's waiting hole. He slowly began pushing his
tip against Danny's brown winking ass. "I'll be gentle," he whispered, and
began penetrating the younger man.

Danny moaned. "Oh God! You're huge."

"Relax," David said. He massaged his finger around the hole while slowly
pushing until the tip of his cock penetrated Danny and got him to
scream. His cock was stretching the limits of Danny's ass as he thrust
forward slowly until his balls swung and slapped against Danny's. David
stopped moving, holding still while Danny moaned in a combination of pain
and lust.

"Please," Danny whimpered. "Go slow."

David laughed. "Imagine what it would feel like if I slam fucked you."

Danny froze. "Please! Don't! You've got me. I'm yours."

David chuckled and began slowly thrusting his hips back and forth,
retracting his cock from Danny's hole until just the tip was inside the
college boy. He then gently thrust forward until his hairy bush rubbed
against Danny's ass cheeks. He slowly began picking up speed as he thrust
his cock into Danny.

As Danny relaxed his sphincter muscles he began to get into the rhythm of
his humiliation. "Oh God, Mr. Clark."

"You like that, Danny boy?" David asked.

Danny nodded.

"Am I better than Zach Cranston?"

Danny didn't answer. He moaned.

David increased his speed, thrusting faster. "Tell me I'm better than Zach
Cranston," he ordered, slapping Danny's ass.

Danny yelped. "You're better than Zach!"

"Tell me you want it harder and faster," David ordered.

"No! Please!"

"Harder and faster," David said. "Take my cock, college boy!" He thrust his
hips faster and felt his balls swinging and slapping against Danny.

Danny groaned and held onto the sheets on his bed. He alternated between
enjoying some of the thrusting and crying in pain. David's cock was twice
as thick as both Zach and Pete. "Please!" He shouted.

"Please what?" David asked. "Please fuck me harder? Please treat me like
the bitch I am? Please ride me hard and fast?"

Danny cried out as David slammed into him. Thrust after thrust was
stretching Danny's asshole until he felt David pull out and then felt spurt
after spurt of hot cum landing on his ass.

David collapsed across Danny's bed, panting and sweating. "I enjoyed that;
fucking you like I thought about doing back when you were in high school."

Danny whimpered as David reached out and swatted his ass again. "I'm still
horny," David said to the young man. "Look at my cock. It's still rock
hard." He smirked. "Amazing what a boner pill will do."

Danny looked up at Mr. Clark. "What?"

"I took a Viagra. I'm good for three or four times, so get used to being my
whore. Now be more active in this scenario," David ordered. "I'm gonna lay
back and you're going to climb on top of me and accept my superior meat up
your ass."

"Please Mr. Clark, I can't."

"Call me Assistant Vice-Principal Clark, or Sir," David said.

"Please Sir, I can't take any more," Danny whimpered.

David just stared at Danny, laid back on the bed, his cock pointing
straight up in the air. "Shut up boy and get on it," he ordered.

Danny looked at the cock, still glistening with sweat and lube from their
previous sex. He crawled across the bed and silently mounted his former
high school assistant vice principal, feeling the craving to be fucked and
it didn't matter whose cock it was. He didn't know what had come over him,
all he knew was he was mesmerized by large cocks like Zach's and now
Mr. Clark's.

"You're a good cock whore," David said as Danny positioned himself on
David's cock and the older man began to thrust up into him.

Danny nodded and moaned as he felt the thick, long shaft begin to penetrate
him.

The end chapter 15