Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2015 21:20:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 12
Sorry it's taken me so long to post this next chapter. Life has been
busy and I think you guys are moving on to newer stories, which is
understandable. But if you'd like me to continue with this series let me
know! Your comments make my day! jhtravus@yahoo.com
Horny Exchange Student Chapter 12
I woke up for the first time in Mike Williams's bed with a completely
euphoric feeling. Here I was, my arms wrapped around the most handsome,
kind, intelligent, sexy man I had ever laid eyes on as he slept soundly in
my arms. I never imagined I could ever be so lucky. The birds chirping
outside as the rays of sunlight through the window warmed our unclothed
bodies just made this all seem like a fantasy. But it wasn't a fantasy. It
was my real life. I leaned down and kissed Mike Williams's cheek as he
slept and gently massaged his arm. I didn't want to wake him up but I just
needed to show him how much I loved him.
He gave a cute stir and moaned as he nuzzled his head in my
shoulder. I was relieved when I thought he had gone back to sleep but I
felt him kiss my arm and smile.
"Good morning,." He said, sleepily.
"Good morning Mr. Williams." I smiled.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, completely content. He leaned
in and kissed me softly.
"I'm falling in love with you, Ollie." He said, looking into my
eyes.
We had used the word "love" to each other before, sometimes in the
heat of the moment when we were fucking, but I knew something was different
this time. He wasn't lust-drunk, he wasn't in the heat of the moment, he
wasn't overwhelmed with emotion. It's not like he was still feeling the
tingle of another orgasm I had fucked out of him that was making him say
this. He was looking at me here, right now, at a time when his head
couldn't have been more clear or at ease.
"I love you, Mike Williams." I said to him, kissing him.
We made out in bed for what felt like an hour before I pulled away
from him, my stomach growling noisily. He giggled and patted my tummy.
"I'm starving." I stated, obviously. I pulled the covers off of me
and started to get out of bed before Mr. Williams pulled me back.
"Stay." He begged, grabbing my hand and putting it on his chest.
"You're insatiable." I laughed, looking at his cock beginning to
harden.
"Breakfast can wait." He said, reaching out to grab my cock.
He slowly rolled over onto his stomach, showing me his furry ass,
spreading his cheeks for me. I was relieved to see it looked completely
normal, surprised, after many loads I blew up his ass the night
before. Maybe a little pink and sore, but he certainly seemed to think it
had been worth it.
"Fuck me, Ollie." He groaned.
Who was I to deny the love of my life what he craved? I sank back
down on the bed and knelt over him, kissing his cheek as I applied some
lube to his ass. As my finger sank into him he groaned and lapped at my
tongue even harder.
My cock was rock hard by now, seeing my man ache for me to fuck him
yet again. I tapped it against his hole enticingly as he rocked back and
forth, willing me to put it in him as we made out. I never wanted this
weekend in paradise to end.
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300 miles away in a secluded cabin surrounded by pinewoods and a
still lake Brad Williams woke up in an unfamiliar place. He opened his eyes
as he adjusted to the light coming in through the window. Dozens of
prestigious medals, plaques, trophies, and animal heads mounted on the wall
adorned the austere room around him. The bed vibrated underneath him as the
mountainous Head of Athletics Department Daniel Jackson snored next to
him. Brad smiled to himself as he remembered how the night went.
"Get a good look, Williams." Coach Jackson had announced proudly as
they pulled in to the gravel driveway of the cabin. Brad was amazed at how
much of the beautiful scene he was able to see from the moonlight
alone. "This cabin's been in my family for generations. It's played host to
pro NFL athletes and coaches, recruiters, University chancellors, and even
state governors. Anybody who is invited to stay here is somebody."
Brad looked at the cabin from his seat in the car. It was no secret
that Dan Jackson came from a family of means, and this cabin was a
reflection of that. It wasn't gaudy or overblown, but distinguished. It was
one story and it was clearly built by caring, strong hands.
"So I guess that means I'm somebody, Coach?" Brad asked,
understanding the nature of his invitation.
"You bet your ass you are, Williams." Coach said proudly,
unbuckling his seatbelt.
They got their bags from the back of the car and Coach Jackson
stopped him, saying, "Here. Catch."
Brad's instincts raised his hand and caught whatever Coach Jackson
had thrown his way.
"No electricity." Coach Jackson informed him, turning his
flashlight on and shining it along the pathway to the door.
"No electricity?" Brad asked incredulously.
"Nope. My grandfather believed a man comes into the woods to humble
himself and immerse himself in nature. My family chooses to honor him this
way."
Brad turned his flashlight on and started to follow.
"Don't worry, kid. There's plenty of daylight during the summer and
candles for when it gets dark. You might actually enjoy it."
Brad had to admit he kind of liked the idea of spending the weekend
deep in the woods with his burly coach and brave it like men.
Coach Jackson unlocked the door and led the way. From the little
Brad could see from the light from their flashlights the place was
incredible. Years and years of tradition and prestige had encompassed this
place. He couldn't wait until morning when he could finally get a good look
at his surroundings.
"The guestrooms are in here." Coach Jackson said to him as they
passed a room on the right. "I'll be staying in here." He said, pointing
his flashlight to what looked like the master bedroom.
"Not a chance, Coach." Brad smirked.
"What is it, Williams? Are you afraid to stay by yourself?" Coach
Jackson taunted him.
"Of course I'm not. But you invited me here as an equal- a
peer. I'm staying in the master bedroom and if you're lucky I'll let you
stay in there with me. Besides, I don't want to have to go all the way to
the guestroom when I want a shot at your ass if I feel like it."
Coach Jackson paused as if he were debating a rebuttal but instead
relented. "You're the boss, Williams." He said, opening the door to the
mater bedroom.
Coach Jackson opened a drawer and withdrew some matches and lit
candles that were spread around the room. More and more of the room was
revealed but Brad still wouldn't be able to get a true look until morning.
They decided to unpack their things when they had daylight and
instead got in bed, exhausted after a long night.
"Don't mind the candles." Coach Jackson said. "They're made to go
out on their own so they won't burn the place down."
Coach Jackson got comfortable on his side of the bed. Brad looked
over at his mountainous body and reached his arm around his broad shoulders
and played with his chest.
"Someone looking for a little bit of action before bed, Williams?"
Coach Jackson grinned, letting his athlete run his hands all over his
muscular pecs.
Brad ignored him and reached down to his coach's beer can cock and
played with it while Coach Jackson groaned. The man's breathing became more
and more urgent as Brad played with his coach's huge cock and nipple. Coach
Jackson's hole pulsed and a bit of cum that Brad had shot into him back at
the station began to leak out.
"Damn, Coach your cunt is just dripping for me." Brad said as he
slapped his own rock hard cock against Coach Jackson's muscle ass. "It'd be
so easy to just slip my big cock in you and fuck you right now."
"Oh god, do it Williams." Coach Jackson begged.
"Yeah, you want me to shove my big cock in your cunt, Coach?" Brad
asked, grinding his cock up and down along Coach Jackson's ass crack. Coach
Jackson's hole pulsed again and more of his jock cum from their fun at the
police station spilled out of it.
"I want it bad, Williams." Coach Jackson whined, biting his
lip. "Come on, put it in me and fuck the cum out of me. I'm so fucking
close."
Brad continued to slip his dick head in and out of Coach Jackson's
cum-slicked ass crack and just as Brad was sure his coach was on the edge
he immediately took his hands off his cock and nipple and turned over.
"Wha- what the fuck, Williams? You've got me so close." Coach
Jackson whined.
"Just remember who's in charge here, Coach." Brad smirked, closing
his eyes. "Make sure you get a good night's rest. You promised me your ass
for the whole weekend and I intend to take you up on that."
Coach Jackson sighed and very quietly brought his massive hand to
his rock hard beer can cock, trying to be quiet so his athlete wouldn't
hear him.
"Not a fucking chance, Coach." Brad said, his back to him.
His coach grunted, frustrated, and willed himself to obey his
athlete's orders.
"I want you aching for it." Brad commanded. "Besides. Let's not
pretend that you aren't just as eager to let me have your ass for the
weekend as I am to take it."
"Cocky little fucker. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, positioning
himself to where he could lay on his side and his massive cock wouldn't be
prodding into the mattress as he tried to fall asleep.
Brad just smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, wanting to be
good and ready for whatever the weekend had in store.
And so now here he was, laying in bed with his mountainous coach
sleeping soundly next to him, the morning light shining on his athletic
body. It was uncharacteristically intimate for the two of them. Brad
couldn't believe how much he got off on getting this powerful man to submit
to him, emotionally and physically. He couldn't get enough of watching this
big, powerful authority figure begging for his cock. Brad quietly lifted
the sheet up and looked at the amazing body of his coach. Solid brick
muscle. He laughed to himself as he saw the enormous beer can cock, hard
and leaking a storm into the sheets. Apparently going to sleep hadn't
helped that cock go down after he left him high and dry last night. It
seemed the cool air on Coach Jackson's stomach didn't agree with him and
the large man groaned and turned over onto his stomach, his giant ass
sticking up enticingly.
Brad couldn't resist. He quietly positioned himself over his
authority figure and lined his thick cock up with the hole he had claimed
as his own so many times. He spit into his hand and lubed up Coach
Jackson's hole as best he could and popped the head of his cock
in. Amazingly, Coach Jackson didn't stir. Brad put his hands on either side
of his coach for leverage and sank more and more of his thick dick into his
ass.
"Mmmmmphhh" The giant man under him groaned. Brad wasn't sure if it
was a groan of pleasure, pain, or annoyance.
"Mmmmmmmphhhhhhhh" He groaned again. This time Brad could see him
reach his massive hand under him and hear him rubbing his leaking beer can
cock.
"Good morning, Coach." Brad said, kissing in between the man's
shoulder blades.
"Mmmmphh" Coach Jackson answered.
"I guess someone's not a morning person." Brad laughed, sinking his
whole cock into the giant man underneath him.
"Just keep your mouth shut and fuck me, Williams." Coach Jackson
grunted.
"Now that's not very nice, Coach." Brad said, slamming into him
hard.
"Unnhhh" Coach Jackson groaned.
Brad slammed into him hard and the giant man underneath him
bellowed out with unintelligible moans, the ass wrapped around his dick
squeezing him tightly. He could feel the motions of Coach Jackson's strong
arm jacking himself hard. The tight ass pulsing around his dick as he
fucked the cum out of his bury coach was just too much for the athlete and
he dumped a load of his own up the ass of his superior.
Brad collapsed on his coach's back and rolled off of him, his dick
leaving the confines of his coach's ass with an audible pop and his load
slowly running down Coach Jackson's leg.
Coach Jackson was still catching his breath.
"So what's for breakfast, coach?" Brad asked, patting his coach's
ripped stomach.
Coach Jackson rolled onto his side, avoiding the mess he had shot
in the middle of the bed.
"Beats me, Williams." Coach Jackson panted.
"Why don't you go in the kitchen and make us some eggs?" Brad said,
patting his shoulder.
"I'm not your fucking butler, kid. Make them yourself." Coach
Jackson sighed, still riding the high from the load he had shot.
"Oh, That's right, you're just here to supply the pussy." Brad
gloated, swirling a finger in some of his load that was still running out
of his coach's hole.
Coach Jackson smirked at the gall this kid had. "If you're hungry,
go into the kitchen and make it yourself. Go see if there's anything in the
cooler. I brought it from the car."
Brad rolled his eyes and got out of bed, not even bothering to put
any underwear on. He liked the idea of walking around Coach Jackson's
family cabin with his big dick out reminding Coach Jackson he could have
his ass anytime he wanted.
Coach Jackson crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back on
the pillow, completely satiated by the load he had just shot. His athlete
returned 30 seconds later.
"There's no food in the cooler." He announced, sitting back in
bed. "We'll need to go into town."
"Yeah, I guess we will." Coach Jackson sighed.
"How far away is the nearest store?" Brad asked.
"About 40 miles." Coach Jackson answered.
"Oh. . . Should we go now?"
"We could . . ." Coach Jackson said, thinking. "Or we could just
fuck until it's time for lunch and then go." He grinned, spreading his legs
for his athlete to get a good look at his cum-slicked hole.
"I guess I can wait til lunch." Brad grinned back, positioning
himself at his coach's hole for the second time in 20 minutes.
As Saturday night came around Mr. Williams and I were relaxing in
the pool after a long, wonderful day. I had lost count of how many times I
had mounted him since this morning. We just couldn't get enough of each
other. And here we were now letting the cool water envelop us as we talked
about life. Before too long he slowly made his way over to me and started
making out with me.
"Man, Mr. Williams you're wearing me out!" I laughed as he pinned
me to the side of the pool.
"What can I say, Ollie? You bring out the horny teenager in me
again." He grinned, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.
"I think I'm going to need some time to recover from 15 minutes
ago, Mr. Williams." I said as he grabbed my cock.
He frowned, disappointed.
"Why don't you turn around and I'll eat your ass?" I grinned,
grabbing his ass and squeezing it hard.
"That'll work, stud." He grinned back and kissed me again.
I guided him to the pool steps and he knelt down with his ass
peaking above the water, looking so inviting.
I marveled at his huge, white cheeks and played with them, not
believing that a man this sexy would let me have my way with him. Just as I
was hoping for, when I spread his cheeks to reveal his winking hole I could
see some of my cum starting to leak out. Oh, this was going to be fun. I
dipped my tongue into it and brought some of it to his mouth.
"Oh fuck, yeah." He moaned at the idea. "Keep it coming, stud. I
know you blew a lot in me." He relished the feeling of my cum on his lips.
As I continued to eat my load from Mr. Williams's ass I couldn't
help but wonder what Brad and Coach Jackson were up to.
Sure enough, about 300 miles away his son was finding himself in a
pretty similar situation with his burly coach.
"Come on, Williams, eat my ass." Coach Jackson commanded as he
pushed his athlete's head up against his muscle ass. "You made a mess up
there, didn't you Williams? Yeah, you made a mess and now your big Coach
here is making you clean it up. Goddamn, that's good."
Brad looked up from between Coach Jackson's legs, cum dripping down
his face from the good job he was doing licking his own load up from Coach
Jackson's ass.
"Quit your tough talk, old man." He said, spanking his coach
hard. "The only reason your slutty ass needs to be cleaned out is because
you begged me to shove my big cock in there in the first place."
Coach Jackson laughed it off and flexed his giant muscles. "That's
because dumb big dicked jocks like you are only good for one thing,
Williams. Trust me, I used to be one of you."
"Maybe you used to be, but not anymore." Brad replied, stretching
the massive muscle cheeks apart to coax more of the load he had shot into
his coach's ass to run down onto his tongue. "No, you live to get fucked
now, Coach."
Coach Jackson ignored him.
"Isn't that right, Coach?" Brad asked, slapping his fat dick at his
coach's hole.
Coach Jackson winked his hole enticingly.
"All I have to do is tap against your muscle ass with my cock."
Brad said, smacking his cock menacingly against his coach's ass. "And those
legs of yours just spring open for me."
He pressed the head of his cock at his coach's hole and teased him
a bit, letting it pop in and out of his pucker.
"That's what you want, isn't it Coach?" Brad taunted. "You want
this dumb, big dicked jock of yours to shove his big jock dick in your
cunt, Coach?"
Coach Jackson whimpered, his hole contracting on the head of his
athlete's cock.
"Say it, Coach." Brad commanded, looking his giant coach in the
eyes.
"Just do it, Williams." Coach Jackson mumbled.
"Nah ah." Brad shook his head. "I want you to admit you're a little
slut for my big jock cock. I want you to admit you'd do just about anything
to get just another chance at bending over for my big jock cock."
"Fuck, Williams." Coach Jackson groaned, conflicted.
"All you have to do is say it, Coach, and it's yours." Brad
taunted, running his thick cock up and down his coach's ass crack.
"I want it, Williams." Coach Jackson sighed, defeated.
"You want what, Coach?" Brad asked, pulling his coach's head up so
their mouths were centimeters apart.
"I want you to fuck me with your big jock cock, Williams." Coach
Jackson groaned.
Brad sank his entire dick into his coach in one push, with no
resistance from the burly Coach Jackson. There was enough cum still in his
hole to ease its entry.
"Now was that so hard?" Brad asked cockily as he pummeled his
coach.
"God I love that big dick, Williams." Coach Jackson moaned.
"Yeah, I may be just a dumb big dicked jock to you, Coach, but I
can fuck the best of them, can't I?" Brad asked, slamming down into him.
"Fuck yeah, you're the best, Williams." Coach Jackson moaned.
"That's right, Coach. Give it up. Let this dumb, big dicked jock
have your ass." Brad taunted.
"It's all yours, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered.
"Big, burly Dan Jackson" Brad gloated, running his hands across his
coach's beefy pecs. "Couldn't be easier to get him open those legs for me."
Coach Jackson groaned as his athlete railed into him.
"All it takes is one look at my big cock and he wants it bad." Brad
said. "Yeah, you like getting fucked, Coach Jackson?"
"Only by you, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted.
"That's right, Coach. You keep your legs closed for all of those
jocks that want in this tight muscle ass but you just love giving it up for
me."
"Fuck yeah, I do, Williams. Right there!" Coach Jackson groaned.
"When we get home are you going to put out for your number 1 stud
or are you going to play hard to get again?" Brad asked, pinching his
coach's giant nipples.
"Any time you want it, kid." Coach Jackson huffed.
"Yeah? You'll give me your ass any time I want it, Coach?"
"Any time you want it."
"And why is that, Coach?"
"Oh fuck!" Coach Jackson moaned as his athlete lodged his big dick
up against his pulsing prostate. "Because I need that cock, Williams."
"Say it again."
"I need that fucking jock cock, Williams!" Coach Jackson bellowed
as his beer can cock erupted, drenching his chest.
"Look at that." Brad gloated, swirling it around. "You can't help
but blow your wad while my big dick is in your cunt, Coach. I know all your
spots."
"Fuck yeah you do, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered.
"Tell me Coach, was it hard giving it up to me and becoming my cum
dump or do you get off on it?"
"Both." Coach Jackson grunted, still riding out his high.
"Good answer." Brad smirked. "Why do you get off so much on me
taking your ass, Coach?"
"Because the dick is too good, Williams."
"The dick is too good?" Brad laughed, going for his own nut
now. "At least you're honest."
Brad hammered into his superior as he ascended into his own
climax. Not before Coach Jackson's beer can cock belched out another load
first, however.
"Absolutely shameless." Brad gloated, slapping Coach Jackson's cock
around. "Couldn't help but blow another load. My big cock just rubbed your
pussy too good, huh, Coach?"
By now Coach Jackson was in another world.
Brad laughed to himself at how easy it was to get this man off and
he slowly withdrew his cock from his coach's hole.
"Alright, Coach." Brad said, patting his burly coach's stomach.
"You can only distract me with your ass for so long. What do you say we
head into town and stock up?"
Coach Jackson sighed and reached over to the bedside table and
threw him his keys. "Fine, kid. But you're driving. I'm still fuck-drunk."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Brad smirked, catching them and
throwing his coach a fresh pair of underwear.