Coach Walden looked an older version of Chris Evans: average height with a friendly face and a sturdy build. Matthew always admired the way Coach Walden managed to stay in shape at 45, and the way the hair on his legs and chest seemed to accentuate his muscles. The Coach wasn’t looking happy at all. He stood next to a high stool and the new guy, glaring at Matthew as he approached them.
“Right. Let’s get this over with,” said Walden. He turned to Matthew. “Before I do anything, you need to confess what happened in the locker room last week. I want to hear it from you.”
“I got really horny in the shower,” Matthew began, “so I walked into the locker room and jerked off for everyone.”
“You masturbated onto a towel which you asked young Steven here to hold,” Walden confirmed.
“Yes,” said Matthew.
“This sort of behaviour is beyond disgusting and wrong. It’s primitive and stupid,” the coach thundered. “You don’t seem to know the meaning of decency or humility, so I’m going to humiliate you more than anyone has ever been humiliated before.”
“Ooooh!” came the reaction from the crowd.
“Shut up unless you want to join him,” Coach Walden snapped, silencing them momentarily. He looked at Steven. “And you are never to let a student treat you like that ever again, do you understand? You’re here to help me with Matthew’s punishment.”
Steven looked up at Matthew, his eyes begging for forgiveness. Matthew understood his dilemma: he didn’t want to be seen punishing the most popular guy in school, especially in his first year there. Matthew gave him a reassuring look to try and let him know that it was alright, though he wasn’t sure if Steven quite understood.
“Drop your pants, Matthew. And lean over the chair,” Coach Walden ordered, revealing a leather belt he’d been holding behind his back. The crowd went wild. All they boys knew what they were about to see. As Walden silenced the crowd again, Matthew just smiled and undid his belt, dropping his pants to reveal a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs hugging his plump package and muscular ass.
Matthew leaned over the chair. “Drop the briefs too,” Walden said. The guys were canning themselves now. Matthew didn’t know how he felt about exposing himself to every guy in his grade. The swim team jerk off was one thing, but this was different. He felt a rush of excitement flash through his chest as he pushed his underpants down to mid thigh and leaned over the chair, his smooth balls and soft penis hanging between his hard thighs.
“Look at his little dick!” someone shouted just as Walden brought his belt down hard on Matthew’s white ass, leaving a defined red mark. The crowd went wild. The coach knew there was no point in trying to silence them now, so he continued pounding the boy’s ass with his belt.
“Ah ha aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Matthew shouted. Steven looked like he was going to faint. Matthew’s ass was in a state of intense pain, but the feeling was somehow exciting as well. The wind from the belt caressed his balls and made his dick start to rise. As his penis got harder and harder, Matthew knew the games had officially begun.
“Look! He’s sprung a woodie!” one of the guys from the crowd called. “Nice hard-on, dude,” came another call. Coach Walden heard the calls and stopped his spanking.
“Matthew. Turn around,” ordered Walden. Matthew straightened up, his hard eight inch dick jumping free from under the chair. He turned around to face the coach. The crowd oohed.
“You’re a sick pervert, you know that?” said Walden.
“Sorry coach,” said Matthew. “Would you like me to rub one out before you continue spanking me?” The crowd loved that one. Coach Walden was furious and considered hitting the boy’s boner with his belt for a split second. Instead, he decided to resort to plan B.
“Alright, back over the chair,” said Walden. Matthew obliged and the coach gave him one more hard swat that brought tears to Matthew’s eyes. Walden turned to Steven, took a surgical glove out of his pocket and gave it to the boy.
“Put that on,” Walden said to Steven, and then to Matthew, “you liked that pain? Here’s one kind of pain you won’t like. Now spread your legs further apart.” Coach Walden whispered something in to Steven as Matthew spread his legs and displayed his pink asshole to his audience. The cool air on his puckered hole got a good glob of pre-cum to ooze from his rock dick.
Walden nodded to a terrified Steven who walked towards Matthew and pushed his index finger right into the young man’s asshole.
“Whoooooooooah!” Matthew called out in surprise. The crowd shouted with a mix of disgust and pity for their friend. “Holy fuck, Steven!” A rubber finger fucking his tight hole was extremely painful, but it only took Matthew a few seconds to relax and let the boy massage his prostate – if he didn’t know better, Matthew would have thought Steven had been doing this to other guys for years. Who knew?
“Yeah! Add another finger!” called Matthew. That got the best reaction from the crowd: they roared with appreciation and admiration. “He’s so lucky his fucking gay, otherwise this would have been torture,” one jock said to another.
Coach Walden didn’t understand. “Is he enjoying this?” he called to one of the boys in the front of the crowd. “You bet I am!” Matthew called out to his coach. Steven was now using three fingers and had secretly used some spit for lube when the coach wasn’t looking. Matthew’s prostate was getting a top-quality massage.
“Damn it coach, he’s gay. That’s what they do.” One of the guys called out to Coach Walden. Matthew almost pitied the coach’s stupidity. He was such an uneducated old jock that he didn’t even understand how homosexual sex worked. He genuinely thought he was going to torture Matthew like this.
“Guys, I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my load, no hands,” Matthew called out to the crowd which roared with cheer and laughter in reply.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” the crowd chanted. Coach Walden caught on just quick enough to pull Steven away from Matthew.
“This party’s over!” called the coach.
“Just one second,” said Matthew, turning around and giving his dick a few furious pumps. “Ahh!” A seemingly endless stream of cum shot out of Matthew’s dick, hitting him in the face and covering his shirt. “Fuck yeah!”
Coach Walden watched with wide eyes as Matthew pissed cum all over himself, his pink balls contracting towards his cock as he emptied his load across his face and school shirt. Steven’s jaw lay on the floor.
When Matthew finished milking the last drops from his dick the crowd was silent in anticipation of what the coach would say. But Coach Walden was lost for words.
Matthew licked a glob of hot cum off his upper lip and smiled. Then he raised his hands and the crowd went wild, running down to meet the cum-covered guy with his pants around his ankles. His friends picked him up by his thighs and ass, carrying him around the hall like a trophy.
Coach Walden had to admit defeat. If even this didn’t embarrass the boy the way he had hoped, then he could think of nothing better. There’s no humiliating a true exhibitionist.
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This was intense. Matthew walked into the sports hall to find just about every senior boy sitting on the stands in anticipation. In front of them stood Coach Walden and the new guy who had held his towel for him when he jerked off in the locker room in front his team mates last week. He knew this was what the gathering was about: the coach had told all the senior boys they’re encouraged to
This is the final chapter in the Matthew saga. ____________________________________ A knock at Matthew’s door woke him from a deep sleep. “Come in!” he called. In walked his dad, Andrew. He was wearing a lose shirt and baggy shorts – his usual pajamas. “Son, I need to talk to you. Do you mind?” Andrew asked. “Not at all,” said Matthew, still a little sleepy. “What’s up,
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Trip wasn’t very smart. Most people thought he was quite thick. He just wasn’t the kind of dude that thought stuff through, and it often resulted in him ending up in awkward situations. Like that time his family moved into the new house with the shower that didn’t have a curtain or frosted window. The house was newly built and the see-through shower window looking out onto the front lawn
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