Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 19:53:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 14

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      Horny Exchange Student Chapter 14



      During practice later on Friday the cool weather was finally starting
to catch up on us. That and the fact that the grass was still swampy from
the recent showers we'd been getting made me hopeful Coach Jackson would
have mercy on us and call it early. After a particularly rough slide from
one of our linemen Coach Jackson picked up his whistle and blew it hard,
calling us in.

       "That's it, men. I'm letting you all out early today." He bellowed,
the rest of the guys on the team sighing with relief.  "Put it to good use,
will you? Sanders, learn how to fucking walk for Christ's sake. The rest of
us perfected it when we were still shitting in diapers. Williams, in my
office." He added, walking back to the gym.

      Brad gave me a look as we followed the team back to the locker room.

      "I know what that means. . ." I said, rolling my eyes and playfully
shoving him.

      "Yeah, Coach Jackson wants it bad. I could tell he's in heat. He
couldn't take his eyes off of me the whole practice." Brad gloated,
absentmindedly rubbing his crotch.

      "Yeah yeah, enjoy your booty call, Casanova." I said, used to my
host-brother's antics. "Although, if you could fuck him extra hard for that
time he called me out in front of the whole team after that fumble I'd
appreciate it."

      "You got it, man. Not that he'll see it as a punishment." Brad
replied.

      "Yeah, you're probably right. Fuck him extra slow then." I laughed.

      "Coach likes a good slow fuck, too, man. Says it rubs his pussy just
right when I take my time. It makes his dick start dripping like you
wouldn't believe."

       "Alright fine, just fuck him and stop talking to me." I laughed,
slapping his butt to give him my blessing. "Go forth and multiply."

      "I don't know, man. I've been fucking Coach Jackson for months
now. If that guy hasn't gotten knocked up by now I think it's safe to say
we're in the clear."

      "Either that or you're firing blanks. . ." I replied.

      "Whatever." He said, giving me a playful nudge. "See you at home
after a few rounds with Coach?"

      "Yeah, see you at home." I said, locking up my locker.

      "Don't let me have all the fun, man. Go fuck that mystery dude you
showed me on your phone. Don't be modest and pretend I'm the only one
getting any ass around here."

      I pictured Brad's own father bent over the kitchen counter as I
loaded his ass. Maybe after that I'd take him back to his bedroom and fuck
him in his bed while we have the opportunity. "You know what, Brad? I think
I will. Thanks for the inspiration."

      "There you go, buddy." Brad smiled, approvingly. "Gotta keep our men
happy, don't we?"

      *****

      Brad waited a few minutes for the rest of the guys to clear out of
the locker room before making his way over to Coach Jackson's office. It's
amazing how intimidated he used to feel when he would knock on this office
door. Funny how things change.

      "Hey Coach, I've got some time, so get ready to-" He began as he
opened the door before noticing he and Coach Jackson weren't alone.

      "Williams!" Coach Jackson interrupted, frantically, giving his
athlete a telling stare. "Allow me to introduce one of the best head
recruiters on the Western Coast. Every year he has me submit one name to
him that I think he'd be interested in playing for state and he's had his
eye on you for some time now." The man nodded. "He also happens to be my
father. Brad Williams, Bart Jackson."

      The color fled from Brad's face. Immediately he recovered once he
told himself that he was meeting just another recruiter, and not, in fact,
the father of the man he was fucking. "Pleased to meet you, sir. It's an
honor." Brad said, extending a hand.

      "And to you, son." Bart Jackson smiled. The resemblance was
uncanny. While Bart was certainly tall his hulk of a son had him beat by a
few inches, however. But it was clear that men in the Jackson clan were
just big in general. "My wife Martha and I have really been impressed by
your precision and stamina on the field. You've got quite the gift there,
Brad Williams."

       His wife stepped out from behind him and smiled.

      "Thank you sir. I really hope I can make it to state. It'd be a real
honor, sir." Brad said respectfully.

      "You keep commanding the field like that and we'll make it happen,
young man." He replied. "I've seen a lot of great athlete's in my years but
not since my own boy Daniel here have I seen such raw, natural talent."

      Coach Jackson blushed, sitting at his desk, his giant arms folded
across his chest.

       "It was a real pleasure to meet you." Martha smiled, making her way
to the door.  "Daniel Marvin, will you be sure to stop and get some
tomatoes on your way home? I'm making Italian."

      "Of course, Mother." Coach Jackson said, kissing his mother on the
cheek.

      "Do you know how to feel them, dear? You have to feel for the fresh
ones and they-"
      "Yes, mother." Coach Jackson said, trying to remain polite. "I know
how to buy tomatoes."

      "I'll need them right away, so you be sure to hurry, alright? They
need to boil for a spell."

      "Yes, Mother." Coach Jackson repeated.

      "Thank you again, sir." Brad said, shaking Coach Jackson's father's
hand as he followed is wife out of the office.

      The second the door shut Coach Jackson sighed and cupped his face in
his hands, exhaustedly.

      "Don't you think it's a little soon for us to be meeting the parents,
Coach?" Brad laughed, folding his arms.

      "If I had known they were coming in. . ." Coach Jackson shook his
head, horrified.

      "It's okay, Coach. I'm just glad I managed to show up without my dick
hanging out of my shorts. What in the world were you thinking not giving me
a head's up?" Brad asked.

      "What was I supposed to do, Williams? Blow my whistle and yell, "Hey
Team, head into the showers, but Williams, you can't fuck me today because
my parents are waiting in my office where we usually have sex."?

      "I guess I see your point." Brad said, heading to the door.

      "Where are you going, Williams? My folks are gone so you can still
fuck me." Coach Jackson said, getting up from his desk and starting to
remove his shirt.

      "Martha needs her tomatoes, remember. . .  Daniel Marvin?" Brad
grinned.

      "Fuck off, Williams." Coach Jackson said, rolling his eyes and waving
his athlete away.


      Back at home at the Williams house I was going for my second nut
while I had just fucked out a third from Mr. Williams in his bed.

      "God damn, Ollie, I couldn't hold it any longer." He panted
underneath me as I slammed into his ass.

      I gave an audible grunt as I began to shoot into his ass as he held
me close to him. He leaned back to kiss me when we heard the front door
slam.

      We instantly froze. I could feel my balls jumping as they continued
to pump out more and more of my seed into Mr. Williams while we listened.

      "Maybe it was just the mail or something." Mr. Williams said,
relieved as he started making out with me again while he was still fully
impaled on my cock.

      Then we heard footsteps on the stairs.

      "Ollie? Where are you, buddy?" Brad called as he headed up to the
same floor where my big, black cock was buried 10 inches up his father's
ass.

      "Shit!" Mr. Williams yelled under his breath as he pulled himself off
of my cock. I pulled the covers up to my neck while Mr. Williams started to
hide on the other side of the mattress when we both realized at the exact
same time that it wasn't going to work if Brad found me naked in his
father's bed, regardless of how well we tried to cover it up. With the
athletic force I've yet to exert on the field ever before, I leapt out of
bed and jumped into the closet. Mr. Williams closed the door over me
immediately just as Brad opened the door to his Dad's bedroom.

      "Hey Dad, do you know where Oll- Whoa!" Brad stopped himself as he
saw his Dad standing there fully naked, covering himself with only his
hands.

      "Just caught me changing after a good work out, son. What's up?"
Mr. Williams said smoothly.

      "Sorry, Dad. I was just wondering where Ollie was." Brad said,
apparently buying it.

      "He's not in his room?" Mr. Williams replied.

      I panicked. Mr. Williams had his back to me and Brad was right in
front of the door. Very slowly I could see cum rolling down Mr. Williams'
leg from the loads I had shot into him moments ago. Mr. Williams gulped as
he felt it slowly running down, quickly saying, "Well you're not going to
find him in here, are you son?"

      "Yeah, I'll try his room again. He didn't answer when I called." Brad
said, turning to leave. My heart was pounding. The cum running down his leg
was now seeping into the carpet.

      I sighed my head in relief as Brad turned away and opened the door
before he turned back to his father. "Looking good, Dad. Not bad for a guy
in his 50's." Brad complimented his father.

      "I'm in my 40's, son." Mr. Williams replied, shaking his head.

      I just about lost it. Who cares how old he thinks you are, Mike, let
him think you're 400! Just get him the fuck out!

      "Sorry, my mistake, Dad." Brad laughed. "What's for dinner?"

      "Oh, you know. Prune juice and mashed potatoes. Helps with the
dentures and the ol' ticker. You young whipper snappers better appreciate
it while it lasts."

      "Alright, point taken. Sorry, Dad." Brad laughed, turning to leave.

      "Dinner's at 4:30!" Mr. Williams called out in his best `old man'
voice.

      "I got it, Dad. You're not old! I take it back!" Brad called back.

      "Don't you forget it, sonny boy!"

      I heard Brad's heavy footsteps going up to the third
floor. Mr. Williams and I both sighed heavily. He slipped a pair of
underwear on and made his way to the closet.

      "What the hell was that?" I said, emerging.

      "I don't know, I panicked. I kept thinking he was going to see YOUR
cum running down my leg."

      "So what, were you going to pull out puppets next or something?" I
replied.

      "I don't know, Ollie. I just know we were seconds away from my son
catching us in bed with your cock up my ass and 3 loads from me splattered
on the sheets. But he didn't."

      "We have got to be more careful." I sighed, shaking my head, my heart
still pounding.

      "That was a close one." He said, sitting down on the bed. "But hey, I
at least found out one thing. Brad thinks his old man is still looking
good." He grinned, proudly, running his hands on his body and flexing.

      "For a guy in his 50's." I laughed, finally relaxing a little.

      "You young kids don't have any respect!" He laughed, leaning over to
kiss me.

      "I'll work on it." I said, kissing him and getting up to leave. "But
your son is looking for me and I need to be found, eventually."

      "Thanks for this afternoon, Ollie. It was great." He winked. "But I
think I've got some laundry to do." He nodded to the sheets that he had
shot 3 loads onto.

      "Sorry about that, Mr. Williams." I said, blushing.

      "Well I'm not. It was totally worth it." He replied, smiling.

      "Incidentally, what is for dinner tonight?" I asked.

      "I don't know, I'm really starting to get the feel for mashed
potatoes." He said. "Maybe I'll grill some steaks."

      "No prune juice?" I laughed.

      "I think I've got a couple good years left in me before I need to
start that shit." He smiled.

      "Yeah, maybe 1 or 2." I laughed. "Will I see you tonight?" I asked,
as I opened the door to leave.

      "Have I ever stood you up once?" He said.

      "See you then." I smiled.

      "Looking forward to it." He smiled back.


      Over the weekend Brad, Kate, and Mr. Williams were out running
errands one afternoon when I heard the doorbell ring. I had decided to stay
home and read. Being the only one home I made my way downstairs and opened
the door to find a surprising sight. Coach Jackson was standing there in
the doorway. He was wearing regular civilian clothes for once instead of
his usual tight wind shorts and t-shirt. He looked handsome and dignified.

      "Hey there, Olujimi. Is Williams home?" Coach said, awkwardly. I
guess he had forgotten to make the connection that one of his other
athletes might have answered the door instead of Brad. He knew I lived with
the Williams family but he still seemed surprised to see me at first.

      "Hey Coach. Brad's not here right now, sorry. Want me to give him a
message?"

      Coach Jackson furrowed his brow as he thought. I could see the gears
working in his head. I think he was trying to gauge whether I knew about
his "extracurricular" relationship with Brad or not. I decided not to push
anything. I didn't want to out him if he wasn't comfortable.

      He shifted in his stance and subconsciously readjusted his bulge in
his pants before catching himself and keeping his arms at his sides. "Any
idea when he might be home?" Man, this guy needed it.

      "I think he might be back in a half an hour or so."

      "I see. . ." Coach Jackson said slowly.

      "Do you want to wait inside, Coach?" I asked him.

      Coach Jackson thought for a second, trying to find the right
words. He absentmindedly readjusted his bulge a second time. Sweat was
starting to form at his brow.

      "You could wait for him in his room. . . If you'd like." I said,
hoping I didn't cross any line.

      "I think that might be best." Coach Jackson said, stepping across the
doorway. "I. .  . We. . . He'll know what it's about."

      "I get it, Coach." I said, as we stared at each other. We both knew
the other understood but it would remain unsaid.

      We began to make our way upstairs ."You know, Mr. Williams has been
bugging his wife and I to see this exhibit on reptiles downtown with him
since forever. Brad has no interest in seeing it. I think I'll take them
down to see it this afternoon and you and Brad can have the house to
yourselves to do whatever you need to do. Probably a couple hours."

      Coach Jackson looked at me, gratefully. "Thanks, Olujimi." He said,
patting me on the shoulder with a strong arm. "My folks are staying with me
and I just. . . needed to get away for a few hours."

      "I understand, Coach." I said. We arrived at Brad's room and I opened
the door for him. "Tell Brad he owes me. Big time."

      "You got it." Coach Jackson smiled. He sat down on Brad's bed and
tapped his foot nervously on the carpet. "You said you'd be gone for a few
hours?"

      "A couple hours, yeah." I answered.

      "Like 2 hours or. . .?" He asked, trying not to sound too desperate.

      "How about I call Brad from the gift shop right as we're about to
leave. You know, in case he wanted something."

      "I think that's a great idea, Olujimi." Coach Jackson smiled,
gratefully. "Have fun."

      "You too." I said shaking my head as I closed the door.  For the
first time ever here in America, the hulking Head of Athletics Department
Coach Dan Jackson didn't seem so scary after all.

	**********


	"Well well well. . ." Brad said as he opened the door to his room
and walked in to find his burly Coach sitting on his bed, a bundle of
nervous energy. "Ollie said I should thank him later but I sure didn't know
for what." Brad continued, eyeing his coach up and down.

	"My folks are driving me crazy at my place. I didn't know where
else to go." Coach Jackson grunted, hating the way his athlete was getting
off on this.

	Brad crossed his arms and looked down at his coach from his
standing position. "I'm surprised you outed yourself to my brother. You
must be needing it bad, coach."

	"Just what makes you think I'm going to put out for you, Williams?"
Coach Jackson retorted, hotly. "Who says I didn't come over here to teach
you how to pass a fucking ball and not fuck it up like you did at
practice?"

	"So you're telling me you're not leaving this house with a few of
my loads dripping out of your ass?" Brad countered, staring his coach down.

	Coach Jackson said nothing.

	"You might have been more convincing if your dick hadn't shot up
the moment I walked in and it hasn't gone down for the minute and a half
you and I have been talking." Brad added, pointing at the obscene erection
making its way down his coach's left leg.

	Coach Jackson thought about covering it up, feeling so exposed, but
instead he just spread his legs wider, letting his athlete get a good look
at his big dick. He was letting his athlete size him up like a man.

	"You know, I like the professional look, Coach." Brad said,
pointing at Coach Jackson's unusually nice clothing. "It'll be a nice
change of scenery fucking you with this on and not those slutty little wind
shorts you usually prance around in."

	Coach Jackson's big dick gave a jolt.

	"Man, I must be a fantastic lay if a tough guy like you is willing
to swallow his pride and come over here to my house on a Saturday just get
me to fuck you."

	"You think I'd put up with your shit if you weren't, Williams?"
Coach Jackson replied, grinning for the first time.

	"Well alright, Coach." Brad said as he threw off his shirt. "I
guess I can help you out. Now come get what you came here for."