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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 39
By R. A. Swain
Tony Petrone woke up while it was still dark. He stretched out in bed and swung his legs off the side. He got up to pee and paused outside of his son's bedroom door. As he entered the bathroom he thought about coming home earlier in the evening to find Jeff sitting naked on the couch, watching Animal Planet, jerking off. At least he thought Jeff had been jerking off. When he walked in Jeff quickly covered up with a pillow. Tony finished in bathroom and thought about his son. It wasn't as if he never caught Jeff jerking off before, in fact he caught him or interrupted him quite often, and after the evening at the Quick Burger when he lost a bet to Danny West he had done a lot more with him, although Jeff hadn't recognized him because he was wearing a Batman mask.
Instead of going back to bed Tony walked out to the living room where he had found Jeff when he arrived home from work. He sat on the couch where Jeff had been sitting with the pillow over his cock. Tony wished he had stayed in the living room, but he excused himself to the bathroom and when he came out Jeff had gone to bed. Tony felt his cock swelling in his boxers. He groped his cock and pulled his boxers off. It was still early in the morning with a dim light drifting in through the break in the curtains. He leaned back on the couch and stroked his cock a few times. It felt good. He ran his hand up and down his shaft and began to close his eyes.
He stroked his cock and froze when he heard a throat clear. He sat up and opened his eyes and saw his son standing behind the couch, wearing light blue briefs with a large bulge in them. Jeff was smirking. "Hi dad."
Tony sat frozen. "Um, Jeff, I, um, I..." he tried to hide his cock from Jeff's stare, but part of him didn't try too hard.
"I guess we're even," Jeff said. "I mean for you walking in on me earlier tonight. I mean, you know I was doing the same thing."
Tony nodded. "Yes, well, I didn't see much. You covered yourself with a pillow quickly, although it isn't the first time I caught you jerking off."
Jeff looked at his dad wide eyed. "It's not?"
"I've caught you and Rick and Zach playing games a few times, but I didn't want to embarrass you boys. Besides it's very natural," Tony explained. He turned his head slightly and saw the bulge in Jeff's briefs more clearly.
Jeff looked at his father's naked body. "Um, dad, you know how grandma and grandpa always tell me I look exactly like you did at my age?"
Tony nodded. "Yes."
"Well, if I look like you did when you were my age, then you look like I'm going to look when I'm your age, right?"
Tony thought a moment. He still sat with his hands covering his rock hard cock. "Yes, I suppose so."
Jeff walked around the couch and stood looking at his father again. "Do I really look like you, all over I mean?"
Tony saw where this was going. "Well, you do look a lot like me. Um, son, why don't you take your briefs off, then I can tell you if you look the way I looked when I was your age."
Jeff paused. "Um, dad, I've kind of got a hard on."
Tony smiled. "I can see that from the bulge in your briefs." He moved his hands from his crotch revealing his hard cock to his son. "This is what you'll probably look like in about twenty years."
Jeff stared at his father's cock and balls in the dim light streaming through the drapes from the parking lot. He looped his thumbs in the waist of his briefs and tugged them down, standing naked before his father, his cock pressed up against his flat stomach. Tony looked at his son up close and felt Jeff's eyes on him.
"I would say yes, you do look like me, exactly." Tony said. He cleared his throat. "I guess I should go to bed."
"You don't have to," Jeff said. "I mean, how are you going to sleep with a hard on?"
Tony shrugged. "Well, you caught me jerking off. I was going to go back to bed and, um, finish off."
Jeff smiled. "Dad, since I'm kind of curious about what I'll look like when I'm older, and since I sort of caught you anyway, and since you're sort of comfortable with this, I mean, why don't we jerk off in front of each other?" He began stroking his cock as he spoke.
Tony gulped and wrapped his hand around his shaft and began stroking himself while his son watched and he watched his son. "Why don't you sit?" he suggested moving so Jeff could sit on the couch next to him.
Jeff sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him, brushing against his father's bare leg. Tony didn't move at the touch. He sat firm and stroking his cock and tugged on his balls while Jeff watched him. "I like doing that too," Jeff said, copying his father's moves on his own cock. The two men sat stroking their cocks and watching each other.
"You and Rick and Zach do this a lot together, don't you?" tony asked as he stroked his cock.
"Since you've caught us a few times I guess you know the answer to that."
"And I've heard you boys talking," Tony said as he stroked his cock. "I've heard you talking about Coach Adams."
Jeff paused. "What did you hear?"
"How you got him to jerkoff in the parking lot of the Quick Burger on a dare."
Jeff resumed stroking his cock. "Yeah, he's a fun guy. I guess you know him from around the complex?"
"Yes, Alan is a nice guy."
"Yeah, the coach is a great guy. Have you talked to him?" Jeff asked.
Tony paused. "Yes, we've talked. Sort of become friends."
Jeff paused in his stroking and watched his father run his fist up and down his own shaft. "Have you done anything like this with the Coach?" he asked.
Tony smiled. "Um, well, understand I first ran into him in the laundry room after hearing you and the guys talking about him, and I was intrigued. I did sort of dare him to get naked that night."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, just to see if he would do it."
"And did he?" Jeff asked.
Tony laughed. "Of course he did. Dares are a guy thing. He's a guy."
"Did you do anything in return?" Jeff asked, resuming his stroking.
"Yeah, I did."
"What?"
"I'm not gonna tell you. Just know I had fun."
Jeff looked at his father's cock. "Dad, would it be okay if I touched your cock?"
Tony leaned back and moved his hands from his crotch. "I suppose so."
Jeff reached out and wrapped his hand around his father's shaft and stroked it several times. He marveled at how it felt like his and looked like his. He shifted and his father reached out and took hold of his cock. He began stroking Jeff, matching his son stroke for stroke. The two men sat in the dim morning light jerking each other's cocks. Finally Jeff shuddered.
"Dad, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," he said.
Tony squeezed his hand tight around Jeff's shaft and pumped faster, and Jeff did the same to his father. "Try to hold out," Tony said. "Just another minute or so."
"Are you gonna cum?" Jeff asked.
"Oh yeah, keep stroking me."
Both men sat pumping the other's cock and squeezing, and Jeff shuddered. He couldn't hold out any longer and began spurting cum over his cock, stomach and father's hand. Tony watched his son shot his load and felt his own load rocketing up his shaft.
Jeff felt his father's cock pulse and watched as he shot an impressive load, stream after stream of cum from his huge cock. All over his stomach, Jeff's hand and on Jeff's leg. "Wow!" Jeff exclaimed. He looked at the cum matting in his father's pubes, and felt it run down his hand to his father's balls. He lowered his hand to his father's smooth balls, realizing his father shaved as he did. He rubbed the cum into his father's cock and balls, and Tony did the same to Jeff, exploring his son's balls and cock with his hand a bit more.
"That was good," Tony said. "But I don't think we should tell anyone about doing this."
"You mean don't tell Rick or Zach?"
"Yeah. At least not yet. And not the Coach either." Tony agreed.
"Okay, just our secret," Jeff said. He stood up. "Dad, are we gonna do this again?"
Tony looked down at his cock. "I think so. Let me get used to it."
"Cool."
Dylan Clark liked the early morning. Few people were up and out at that time of day. The world was just coming to life. He donned his jogging shorts and midriff t-shirt, pulled on his sneakers and headed over to the park with the jogging paths around the corner from his house. This was his usual early morning ritual since he was a high school student. There were a few other people he would occasionally run into while doing his routine. Some of his fellow class mates had worked out back then, and some of his teachers. Now as a college student he still would run into some of his former teachers and occasionally some of his professors.
As he stood by the parking area doing some of his pre run stretching a car pulled up and he saw one of his favorite professors get out. Larry Lampert, professor of library sciences and the college librarian was in his early to mid thirties and in, as far as Dylan was concerned, excellent shape. He was dressed similar to Dylan, except he wore a wife beater instead of the midriff.
"Professor Lampert," Dylan nodded as the man walked up and began his stretches.
"Good morning, Mr. Clark. I see you're jogging early today." Larry replied, allowing his eyes to take in the sophomore. He had seen Dylan at some of the extra curricular activities Dick Patterson and Alan Adams, and some of the other coaches involved themselves in; things that gave Larry an erection just remembering.
"Yes Sir, Professor. I like to stay in shape. I can see you do as well," Dylan openly leered at the older man, admiring his hairy legs and tufts of hair on the exposed part of his upper chest. "You're quite hairy, if you don't mind me saying."
Larry looked at Dylan, whose furry stomach was revealed by his t-shirt, and his own furry legs were visible. "As are you. You're on the swim team; don't they usually shave their bodies?" Larry asked as he stretched.
"Some do. They say it makes them faster, but I don't see a difference. I've shaved and it didn't make me any faster. Besides, I like having some fur," Dylan said, adding, "Not that I don't shave some places."
Larry's eyes lit up. "Really?" He felt his cock hardening in his light yellow jogging shorts.
"Yeah," Dylan said. "I'll show you if you like?"
Larry felt sweat breaking on his upper lip. "Mr. Clark, ar-are you fl-flirting with me?"
Dylan laughed. He stepped up to the professor, directly in front of him, reached out and groped Larry's crotch. "Oh yes, Professor. You could call it that."
Larry froze and then glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. "I-I don't think that's appropriate behavior from one of my students," he said.
Dylan kept his hand on Larry's crotch, but stopped squeezing. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, sounding every bit the bad boy he knew Larry Lampert liked.
"N-no," Larry almost whispered. "I very much want to see where you might have shaved."
"You always do, Professor. You always do. Meet me down by the old storage shed near the clearing in the woods. I'll show you when we get there," Dylan said. He released Larry's crotch and began to head away, stopping and turning back to his professor. He reached out and tugged Larry's t-shirt up over his head and ran his hand over Larry's furry chest, pausing to pinch his left nipple. He then removed his own t-shirt and handed it to Larry. "I'll trade you back when you catch up to me, old man." He smiled and took off.
"Old man?" Larry blurted out with laughter. "I'm gonna spank your ass for that," he called after Dylan and took off on his run. He followed Dylan along the paths, watching the young man's taunt ass bounce in front of him as he ran. His cock was rock hard in his shorts, making jogging rather uncomfortable. They both turned off the main path and down a hill through a grove of trees, across a small stream and to a clearing by what had once been a storage shed belonging to the park. The path, shed and clearing had long been forgotten by the current park attendants.
Both men were breathing hard when they reached the clearing. They stood, panting, and looking at each other with lust. "You-you promised to show me what you shaved," Larry said between breathes.
Dylan smiled. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said.
"You've seen mine," Larry said.
"And you've seen mine," Dylan replied. He looped his thumb into the waist of his shorts and pulled them down slightly in the front revealing the band of his jockstrap. "What will do to see me naked?"
Larry felt the lust in his throbbing cock. "Anything you want," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Strip," Dylan ordered. "The shorts and your jock, off, now."
Larry glanced around again, stood up, looped his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down. He wore a yellow jock, standard style, and he pulled it down quickly revealing his long, hard cock bouncing in front of him. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his balls were shaved. He stepped out of the shorts and jock, standing in the clearing in front of Dylan wearing only his sneakers and socks. "Is this what you want?" he asked.
"Kneel," Dylan order.
Larry sank to his knees and Dylan walked up to the professor. He ran his hand through Larry's thick head of hair, gently caressing his head and cheek, then placing his hand on the back of the older man's head he pulled him into his crotch. "Eat it," he ordered. He threw his head back as he felt Larry hungrily do as commanded. The professor worked Dylan's cock through his shorts as best he could; he felt it grow and throb against his lips. Dylan stopped him for a moment as he shed his shorts, now standing in only his own sneakers, socks and a black jockstrap. He pulled Larry's mouth to his crotch again and the professor resumed working the young man's cock.
Larry ran his hands up Dylan's hairy thighs and to his chest, until Dylan grabbed Larry's wrists and pulled him to his feet. He swiftly pulled his jockstrap off, stepped out of it, and took Larry's wrists and tied the elastic material around them. Larry's eyes widened in a look of both marvel and admiration. Dylan sank to his knees for a moment, licking the tip of Larry's cut cock and then stood up between Larry's bound arms so their bodies were pressed together.
Dylan pressed his mouth against Larry's forcing his tongue between the older man's lips. Larry didn't fight, he allowed Dylan to do whatever he wanted. He shivered as Dylan ran his hands over Larry's chest and roughly pinched and tugged both his nipples. Larry moaned with pleasure. Dylan paused. "You like that?"
"Yes," Larry said in a breathless whisper.
Dylan reached down between them and pressed their hard cocks together. Both men were relatively equal in length, although Larry was slightly thicker. Dylan fisted their cocks as best he could and pumped them, grinding into Larry as he jerked them. He placed his other hand on Larry's shoulder and began pushing him down to his knees again. "Suck me, professor. Work your tongue over every inch of my cock and balls, and if you're good I'll give you a release."
Larry began working as ordered, taking as much of Dylan's stiff and throbbing member into his mouth as he could. He worked his lips along the underside and across his shaved balls, sucking first one then the other into his mouth, licking beneath the low hanging scrotum to his taint and working his way back to the hard shaft and up to the crown tip where he flicked his tongue at the piss slit. Dylan was beginning to leak precum.
Dylan shuddered. "Oh yeah, professor, you're good. You're so good you win an ass fucking." He stepped out of Larry's bound embrace and got behind the older man. He parted Larry's hairy ass cheeks and spit on the rosebud before him. "Hope this'll be lube enough for you."
Larry almost whimpered with pleasure as he felt Dylan began loosening his hole with his middle finger. He spit on the spot again and pressed his rock hard cock against the rim. The precum helped act as a lube, making it slightly easier to penetrate Larry's tight ass. Larry groaned as Dylan pushed forward with his body until his cock penetrated the ring. Larry moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure as Dylan thrust forward rapidly until his balls slammed against Larry's. He began a rhythmic gyration of his hips, pulling back and pushing forward. It only took a few thrusts and Larry was almost screaming. Dylan thrust fast and hard all the way in and Larry's whole body shook as Dylan's cock hit his prostate. Larry began to cum. He leaned up and Dylan wrapped his arms around the man, holding tight as he thrust into him and watched as Larry's cock blasted ribbon after ribbon of cum on the ground in front of him.
Dylan pulled out, grabbed his own cock and stroked it, shooting his load on Larry's hairy ass. The two men knelt there for a moment, breathing hard and basking in the sheer sweat coating their bodies.
Dylan untied Larry's wrists and the two men quietly dressed. They looked at each other and Dylan finally spoke. "Now isn't that a better workout than jogging?"
Larry snorted. "I see your point. We'll have to do some other workouts. Would you like to come to my dungeon some evening, for another workout?"
"How badly do you want me to come?" Dylan retorted. He groped Larry's crotch.
Larry drew in a deep breath. "Badly," he whispered.
"We'll talk later today. Be freeballing when we do, and maybe I'll consider it."
End chapter 39