Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 04:25:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 15

Thanks for reading. If you guys are still enjoying the story let me know!
jhtravus@yahoo.com


      	Horny Exchange Student Chapter 15


      Over at the museum Kate and I were listening intently to Mr. Williams
go through every single exhibit in depth. The way he lit up when he talked
about science was adorable. This man was in his element. He had a jock for
a son and a wife who was too busy to ever spend time with him so I could
tell this was a dream come true for him to have a captive audience to be
able to impart his wisdom on. Mr. Williams really knew his stuff. I'd never
understood how complex reptiles were. But I did now. Seeing Mr. Williams
talk and show off just how intelligent he was was a huge turn on for
me. Kate's phone started buzzing and she went over to the other room to
take it. From the look on her face I had a feeling she was going to be a
while.

 I don't think Mr. Williams even noticed his wife had left. He just kept on
talking, going through the different genus and order this particular
specimen was under. I slowly stepped beside him and whispered into his ear,
casually.

 "We have a problem." I said to him.

"What is it, Ollie? Where's Kate?" He asked, for the first time noticing
his wife was gone.

"She's taking a phone call in the next room."

"What's the problem then?" He asked, worried.

"The problem is you know how much it turns me on when you get into your
nerd zone."

 "Oh. . . That." He said, failing to hide his smile and blushing.

 "So I'm really boned up right now and I want to fuck you. Right now."

 "What are you talking about, Ollie? We're in a museum. Kate's in the next
room." He whispered, looking around nervously.

 "You ever had sex in a bathroom stall before?" I ask him, bluntly.

 A wicked smile flashes across his face. "You're being serious, aren't
you." He says, more than asks.

"Does it look like I'm joking, Mr. Williams?" I ask him, adjusting my leg
so that my cock can is plainly visible bulging out against my right leg.

 "Lead the way and I'll follow." He says, nudging me to start walking.

We head right for the bathroom and are pleased to find it completely empty
for the time being.

 "I can't believe I'm about to have sex in a bathroom stall." Mr. Williams
says aloud as he follows me into one of the stalls.

 "Well it's happening." I grin, kissing him. "It's going to be a tight
fit."

"I'll say." He mumbles before adding, "We don't even have any lube, so it's
going to be a really tight fit."

I give him a wink before reaching into my pocket and taking out a small
packet of lube.

"You've got to be kidding me." He says, shaking his head. "Just how often
do you expect to get laid in public?"

"I'm about to get laid right now, aren't I?" I grin.

"Big time." He smiles, kissing me.

I turn him around so he's bracing himself against the wall.

"What if someone comes in?" He asks, turning his head back to look at me,
worried.

"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it." I tell him. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." He replies, kissing me again.

 He gets in position and braces himself against the wall of the stall as I
pull his pants down over his ass. Man, what a sight. I pop open the lube
and spread it over his hole. He's breathing heavily. He's really nervous.

"You ready, Mr. Williams?" I ask gently, lubing up my cock.

"Mmmhmm." He replies softly.

I line up my cock with his hole and sink it in.

"Mmmmmm" He moans, letting me in with no resistance.

"That's it, Mr. Williams." I tell him, reaching across his shoulder and
bringing his face to mine, kissing him softly as I begin to thrust in and
out.

"I'm getting fucked in a bathroom stall." He says, incredulously.

"You're getting fucked in a bathroom stall." I say, nodding my head.

 He begins to feel more confident and lowers his pants down further,
finally freeing his own cock. He's leaking precum heavily now. He's really
into this.

He leans back to continue kissing me as I pound his ass against the
stall. The sounds of our moans get more and more urgent as we make out.

And then we hear footsteps.

Mr. Williams immediately takes his tongue out of my mouth and listens,
frozen.

We hear the bathroom door open and hear footsteps stopping at the urinal
right outside of the stall door. I can feel Mr. Williams heart beating,
each pump causing his hole to squeeze for a second around my cock.

I can see the shiny leather business loafers standing still outside of the
stall and listen to the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The man begins
to empty his bladder with what sounds like an urgent piss. He sighs,
relieved.

 I begin to laugh and Mr. Williams gives me a stare like he is going to
kill me. In order to stop me from giving us up Mr. Williams thrusts his
tongue into my mouth again and begins to make out with me again. It
works. I get lost in the feel of my man's tongue and it takes everything in
me to not start slamming into the warm hole currently wrapped around my
cock.

We hear the man zip up again and begin to wash his hands. With the water
running I start to unbutton Mr. William's shirt and start playing with his
pecs as we make out. Mr. Williams grabs one of my hands and brings it to
his cock so I can feel just how bad he's leaking. He really wants to
cum. It makes my dick jump up inside of him.

"Mmm" Mr. Williams lets out as he feels my cock throb inside of him. The
man continues washing his hands for a few more seconds and then turns the
water off and is out the door.

 "I'm not going to last much longer." Mr. Williams says to me as I pinch
his nipple. "You're going to make me shoot if you keep doing that."

 "Then let's get you off." I say, going back to making out with him as I
start to slam into him again.

"Uhhnn" He groans into my mouth as I rail into him.

"Come on, Mr. Williams. I know you're close."

 "I'm so fucking close, Ollie." He mutters, closing his eyes as the sound
of my flesh slapping against his fills the bathroom.

 "Shoot it." I tell him, really slamming into him now and approaching my
own orgasm.

 "Oh fuck." He says through gritted teeth. "Oh fuck, Ollie, here it comes!
FUCK!!!"

 I feel his hole start contracting around my cock and I can hear him shoot
what sounds like a sizable load onto the stall in front of him.

"God damn, you're fucking it out of me, Ollie." He groans, his fingers
squeezing mine as he sprays his load all over the stall.

 At this point I've started shooting, and he laps at my tongue intensely
while he makes out with me, relishing the sensation of me breeding his ass
in this public setting.

When I've finally stopped shooting I pull my mouth off of his and rub his
shoulders lovingly.

"Fuck, Ollie." He says, still panting. He turns his head for the first time
in front of him and we watch his load slowly running down the stall. It was
thick, and creamy. I could only imagine how good it must have felt to have
it pounded out of him.

 I bend my arm back and tear off some toilet paper and hand it to him,
while tearing off more for myself as I slowly withdraw my cock from his ass
and immediately replacing it with a wad of toilet paper.

 "As much as it would make me so proud to continue the exhibit with my seed
dripping out of your ass, I think we better play it safe and put a cork in
it." I laugh.

"I think that's a pretty good idea, Ollie." I replies. "Man, I can't
believe it took me over 40 years to have sex in a bathroom stall.

"Well you did it. And you did it right, too." I say, watching him attempt
to clean up the massive load he had shot. "Is it something you'd do again?"

"I can't imagine we'd ever get the chance again." He replies. "I kind of
wish you hadn't told me you keep some lube on you at all times. Knowing we
can fuck whenever, wherever we want is going to really turn me on."

"I'll try and keep my hands off of you." I smile, helping him button up his
shirt.

 "I can't promise the same." He grins, kissing me again.

Once we've cleaned up and finished getting our clothes situated
Mr. Williams gives a sigh and unlocks the stall door. As we step out and
head for the sink, something catches our eye.

Our business guy in shiny leather loafers is leaning against the stall with
his arms crossed. He starts to clap.

"Oh my god." We both say at once.

"Sir, we are so sorry. We really thought no one w-" I begin to say,
apologizing profusely.

"You've got nothing to apologize for, son." The man says, stopping me. He's
incredibly handsome. In fact, he looked a lot like Mr. Williams, who was
now turning scarlet. "You boys almost got away with it until one of you
started moaning. I thought I had just imagined it until I saw two sets of
shoes."

"Look, again, we're really sorry-" Mr. Williams began.

"To tell you the truth it really turned me on." The man said.

"It did?" I ask him, wondering where this was going.

"Big time. I'm hoping I'm not crossing a line, but it's been years since
I've gotten fucked and I was wondering if you could give me the same
treatment you gave this guy." He said to me.

I couldn't believe it. Mr. Williams closed his mouth and looked a little
nervous. Before I could even think about it, I start talking.

"Look, I'm flattered. Really, I am. I'd be lucky to get with a guy like
you, but we're kind of just starting our relationship and I think I should
politely decline."

 Mr. Williams stood a little taller and smiled at me.

 "Ollie, we've never really discussed this-" He began to say.

 "Thanks again, and good luck." I tell the man before heading to the door.

  "I understand." The man says, straightening up. He turns to
Mr. Williams. "You've got a special one with this one." He tells
him. "Don't let him go."

 "I- I won't." Mr. Williams replies. "Good luck."

We leave the bathroom but before we can discuss what just happened Kate
walks up to us. "I'm so sorry, you two, I just got off the phone. I
couldn't get them to stop talking."

 "That's okay, honey." Mr. Williams says, surprised at our good luck.

 "Don't worry. It was great news. But I want to hear more of my husband
showing off how smart he is." She grins, giving him a quick kiss on the
cheek.

 "Shall we go on to the next exhibit?" I suggest, gesturing to the next
room.

 "We shall." Mr. Williams replies, leading the way. "Oh! This one's all
about the Amazon! Boy, you guys are in for a treat. Now let me explain
how-" He began.

"Promise me if you get another phone call you'll take me with you." I
mumble to Kate.



	Back at the Williams household Brad Williams had just finished
breeding his bulky coach for a second time that afternoon. He really got
off on fucking his coach in his own bed knowing his Coach had willingly sat
in his room patiently waiting for him to come home so he could give him his
hole.

	"Thanks for a good lay, Williams." Coach Jackson said, getting up
and putting on his underwear. "I really needed that."

	"Anytime, Coach. You know I'm always up for it." Brad said cockily
as he rested his hands behind his head and came down from his high. "Hey
Coach?"

	"What is it, Williams?" Coach Jackson asked, picking up his shirt
from the floor.

	"You ever wonder what it would be like to. . . I don't know." Brad
began.

	"Are you asking me if I ever thought about looking at you as more
than just a good fuck?"

	"Well yeah. I mean I'm not suggesting it. You just seem really into
me when I'm fucking you and once you get your nut. . ."

	Coach Jackson shook his head laughing. "Look at Brad Williams, the
romantic. But to answer your question, fuck no."

	Brad acted insulted. "Well that was fast. Why are you so sure it
would never work?"

	"Because you're an asshole, Williams." Coach Jackson grinned,
ruffling his athlete's hair.

	"Oh right." Brad admitted, laughing.

	"And so am I." Coach Jackson continued. "Two assholes will never
work. No matter how hot the sex is."

	"Yeah, I guess I see your point." Brad replied.

	"It's okay. I mean you may be an asshole and a cocky son of a
bitch, but you sure know how to fuck."

	"Works for me, Coach." Brad agreed.

	"Yeah, about that." Coach Jackson began, buttoning up his shirt
over his mountainous pecs. "You know Sacramento Central is a big game next
week so I'm keeping my legs closed until you bring me that win."

	Brad managed to keep himself from sounding too frustrated. "Ah, so
that's why you wanted it so badly this afternoon. Coach Jackson here wanted
to get one last ride or two before he knew he wouldn't be getting any."

	Coach Jackson rolled his eyes at his cocky athlete and finished
dressing.

	"So what do I get when I win you that game, Coach?"

	"Isn't my ass enough, Williams? I can't keep giving it away for
free like this, you know." Coach Jackson said, eyeing his athlete.

	"You're a pretty good lay, Coach, no doubt about it, but I don't
want you to get too comfortable. Or at least try and make it look like you
don't want it just as much as I do."

	"You know Williams, the other dumb, big dick jocks on the team
bring me home the trophies for my respect alone. They don't get away with
half the bullshit I let you pull."

	"Is that all you want to give me, Coach? Your respect?" Brad
replied, grabbing his cock and slapping it in his hand menacingly.

	"Trust me, Williams. A dumb jock like yourself will be so horny and
full of cum by Friday night when you finally get me to put out for you
after the game you'll thank your lucky stars for what I'm giving up."

	"Alright, Coach, but on one condition."

	"Yeah, what's that, Williams?"

	"You don't get to cum until I do, got it?" Brad said simply.

	"Alright." Coach Jackson agreed, sticking out his hand for his
athlete to shake. "You got it, Williams."

	"I want you just as desperate for my cock Friday night as I am for
that hole, Coach."

	"I'm counting on it, Williams." Coach Jackson winked as he turned
to leave his athlete's room.

	"Although. . ." Brad said as he looked at his watch. "We probably
have another half hour or so before they get back from the museum. What do
you say you give it away for free one last time?"

	Coach Jackson had his hand on the door. He looked back at his
athlete and sighed. "Fuck, kid. Every part of me is wanting to tell you no
just to wipe that cocky smirk off your face."

	"But . . .?" Brad egged him on.

	"But fuck if I'm going to turn down one last ride on that thick
cock of yours before we start that little deal we made."

	"I must be some lay." Brad grinned, laying back down and watching
his coach remove his shirt again.

	"Just shut up and stick to what you're good at, Williams." Coach
Jackson said, rolling his eyes and making his way over to the mattress
again.