Coach Patterson’s Cockfight Punishment

Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 04:04:39 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Patterson’s Cockfight Punishment

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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