Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 19:23:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 16

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      		Horny Exchange Student Chapter 16



      That night after I had fucked Mr. Williams we laid in bed talking
like we always do. This was my favorite part of the day. I get to have sex
with the man I was in love with and then for about half an hour afterward
we get to talk without any fear or judgment.

	"You know Ollie, I was thinking about what that guy who overheard
us in the bathroom said to us today." He said pensively.

	"Yeah? What about?" I asked him.

	"You know, we've never really discussed it before but I want you to
feel free to do anything you want to do." He said after a while.

	"What do you mean, Mr. Williams?"

	"I mean exactly that. I don't want you to miss out on any
experiences with anyone because you think it would hurt me. I think you
know I'm still having sex with my wife, so you should be afforded that same
liberty."

	I thought about what he was saying.

	"There may come a time when the two of us are finally able to be
with each other in a committed, monogamous relationship. But for now you're
a horny high school boy with a huge cock and I'm a married man. I want you
to get the most out of your experience here."

	I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed it. I knew what he was
saying was true.

	"Just promise me you'll think about it?" He pressed.

	"Yes sir." I replied.

	"That a boy." He smiled. "Besides. . ." He said as he kissed down
my chest until he got to my cock. "It kind of turns me on knowing you have
options."

	The next Saturday I was awakened by my curtains being thrown open
and a loud clap at my ear.

	"Wake up, Ollie!" I heard Brad say.

	"Fuck off." I groaned sleepily into my pillow.

	"Aww, come on man. It's your birthday!" He pressed, patting me on
the back.

	"It is. . .?" I asked, opening my eyes and thinking for a
second. "It is. . ." I said, remembering.

	"There we go." Brad smiled at me as I sat up.

	"What time is it?" I asked him.

	"It's almost 11:30, dude." He replied.

	"No way. Are you serious?" I gasped. I'd never slept in this late
since I'd been here.

	"I'm serious. I had to intervene."

	"Wow. . ." I said aloud as I remembered the night I had had with
Mr. Williams. Man, after the night we'd had I wouldn't be surprised if he
was still in bed, too, needing to recharge. Talk about starting your
birthday off with a bang.

	"You boys out of bed yet?" I hear Mr. Williams say at the door,
looking like he's about to go work out downstairs. My morning wood gives a
jolt under the sheets.

	"I just woke this guy up." Brad answered. "Dad, don't you have
something to say to Ollie?"

	"What would that be?" Mr. Williams replied, trying to play dumb.

	"It's Ollie's birthday, Dad!" Brad yelled.

	"Oh right! Happy Birthday Ollie." Mr. Williams smiled giving me a
stare. "Sorry about that. I'm a doofus when it comes to remembering that
stuff."

	"That's alright Mr. Williams." I blushed.

	"I'm going to go work out downstairs and then your mom and I are
going to a company gig. You boys have plans?" Mr. Williams asked his son.

	"Yeah, I got it covered." Brad said with a devious grin.

	"Uh, you do?" I asked Brad cautiously.

	"Don't worry about it, man. I got it covered." Brad repeated.

	"You boys have fun, then. Happy Birthday again, Ollie."
Mr. Williams said and turned to go downstairs.
	Brad's phone buzzes and he retrieves it from his pocket. At once
another devious grin flashes across his face.

	"I definitely don't like whatever that means." I said
apprehensively.

	"Oh you will. Trust me. Everything's ready so we need to leave in 5
minutes." He said, abruptly getting up.

	"What? Be where?" I panic, catching a shirt he throws me.

	"You'll see." Brad replied.

	We hop in the car and Brad pulls out of the driveway.

	"Can you at least tell me who we're meeting?" I ask my
host-brother, getting frustrated. Brad knows full well that I hate not
knowing what my plans are.

	"You'll see." He grins, taking a left turn.

	"Are we heading to the school?" I ask him. "Are we meeting the guys
or something?"

	"You'll see." He remains stalwart.

	"This better be good, Brad." I shake my head, admittedly, starting
to get a little excited.

	Indeed, Brad does take us to the school. The gymnasium. I'll admit
I was kind of disappointed. It seemed like we were meeting some of the guys
for a pick up game like we sometimes do on Saturdays like this.

	But when we got out of the car and walked across the field I
realized none of our teammates were there.

	Brad held the door open for me to the locker room, trying to gauge
my reaction. I wasn't sure what exactly I was giving him.

	Not a soul was in the locker room and it was oddly quiet. Brad
makes a sudden stop in front of Coach Jackson's office and pulls out a key
from his pocket. He unlocks the door and holds it open for me.

	And there, sprawled out on his desk is the hulking, menacing Coach
Jackson, naked as the day he was born. There's a giant red bow tied around
his muscle ass and a post-it note stuck underneath it with a hastily
scrawled, "Happy Fucking Birthday, brother" written on it in Brad's
handwriting.

	Coach Jackson turns his head and stares right into my eyes with a
smirk. "So are you just going to stand there with your mouth open or are
you going to unwrap your present, Africa?" He flexes his ass powerfully.

	I hear a zipper being undone behind me as Brad steps out of his
clothing. He slaps his rock hard cock against his palm. "You don't even
know what I had to do to get him to wear the bow." Brad grins.

	"Is this really happening?" I finally say, my cock getting harder
by the second.

	"It's happening alright." Coach Jackson says with a smile. "Now how
about you pay me back for all those times I called you out during practice
and made you feel like a fucking pussy."

	"Think you can do that, Ollie? You think you can turn the tables on
Coach Jackson and make him feel like the pussy for once? Not that it won't
just turn the fucker on even more. Coach Jackson here can take whatever you
throw at him with a smile on his face and a rock hard cock underneath him."
Brad says, spanking our hulking coach's ass with a loud smack.

	"You better fuck me like a man. I don't give it up for just
anyone." Coach Jackson says.

	"Yeah, I think I can do that." I say, starting to unbuckle my
belt. "How hard do you want it, Coach?" I ask, looking right into my
superior's eyes.

	"As hard as you fucking want, kid." Coach Jackson answers, reaching
behind him and spreading his cheeks for me. His winking hole is just asking
to be plugged by my big black cock.

	"Enjoy this, Ollie." Brad says, reaching underneath Coach Jackson
to play with his massive pec. "You're the only person I've ever let have a
shot at his ass. His ass is usually just for me."

	"Yeah, Williams here is afraid if I let another stud fuck me I'll
realize I don't have to put up with his bullshit just to get laid anymore."
Coach Jackson smirks at Brad.

	"Yeah Coach? You want to find out who fucks better?" Brad asks,
staring me down.

	"Show me how it's done, boys." Coach Jackson commands us, winking
his hole at us enticingly. "You've got me right where you want me."

	"Go on, Ollie. Fuck him like you mean it." Brad tells me, spanking
Coach Jackson's muscle ass.

	"You got any lube?" I ask, grabbing Coach Jackson's cheeks and
getting a good look at what was being offered to me.

      "He's all lubed up and ready for you." Brad replies, sticking his
finger up Coach Jackson's hole in one motion.

	"Mmmm. . ." Coach Jackson moans, pushing himself back until Brad's
whole finger is swallowed up by Coach Jackson's muscle ass. "Feels good,
but I can't help but hope you've got something bigger to give me, Africa."

	"Show him what you got, Ollie." Brad says, egging me on.

	"You think this will do, Coach?" I ask, slapping my big black cock
against his ass.

	"Fuck!" Coach Jackson exclaims, turning his head to get a good
look. "That's a big fucking cock!" He turns to look at Brad and
smirks. "How's it feel to be smallest guy of the bunch, Williams?" He asks,
pushing down his own beer can cock to show off, smacking it against the
desk. Even the way Brad described it didn't do it justice. Coach Jackson
was hung like a bull alright.

	Brad looked flustered for a moment but he kept his cool. "I've
gotten you to let me fuck you over a hundred times in just 4 months,
Coach. Do you really think I care?"

	I looked over at my handsome host-brother and his own thick
cock. Brad Williams certainly had no reason to be self-conscious. It would
take a real man to be able to take a cock like that up his ass, no
doubt. Like the man who was presenting his hole to me right at this moment,
just waiting for me to take it.

	"So are we going to keep comparing our dicks or are we going to
fuck?" Coach Jackson growls, winking his hole at me.

	"Give him hell, Ollie." Brad encourages me, crossing his arms, his
cock as hard as granite.

	I press the head of my cock at Coach Jackson's hole and it
pulses. Coach Jackson may have started out as a big, brutal top, but there
was no doubt about it. Brad Williams had turned this hulk of a man into a
100% grade A bottom. And I was about to reap the rewards.

	I pressed the head of my cock in and was met with absolutely no
resistance. Brad certainly had this hole well trained.

	"Go on, kid." Coach Jackson commanded. "I can take it."

	I take him at his word and I push forward. I face no resistance
until the last two inches when Coach Jackson tightens up and exhales
loudly. "Fuck, Africa! Those last few inches are more than I anticipated."
He said, gritting his teeth. At that moment I couldn't help but feel a
rushing sense of pride and gratitude for Mr. Williams. Here this 300+ pound
mountain of muscle and masculinity was struggling to take my cock just once
while Mr. Williams took me every single night.

	I let him get accustomed to my size for a few seconds as I get a
feel of his giant balls resting against my own.

	"Fuck, it's a good thing Williams here isn't as hung as
you. Otherwise he'd have to find something else to put his dick into
whenever those dumb jock hormones of his are on the fritz."

	Brad rolled his eyes. Coach Jackson got off on making fun of Brad's
size, despite the fact Brad was more hung than all the other guys on the
team other than me. Still, Coach Jackson was going to use it to get inside
his head as much as he could.

	"Okay, kid. Give it to me." Coach Jackson says, reaching one of his
massive hands up to start jacking his own rock hard cock.

	I start to thrust in and out of him slowly and he just lets me in.

	"Oooohhh god that's good." Coach Jackson groans. "Williams, you may
have just found yourself out of a good ass to fuck if Africa can fuck me
like this when I need it."

	"We'll see if you're still saying that when I take my turn." Brad
says hotly. "I'm not sure whether I want to make you hurt or cum so hard
your head spins."

	"Yeah, well you better make up your mind soon because Africa here
seems like he's going for his nut." Coach Jackson retorted, feeling my
thrusts into him becoming more urgent.

	"Go on Ollie. Breed his ass." Brad orders, patting me on the
shoulder.

	"You like that tight hole, Olujimi?" Coach Jackson asks, staring
right into my eyes.

	"Yes sir." I pant, slamming into him.

	"Yeah, you got a nice big load in those balls of yours for me?" He
asks, wickedly.

      "Yes sir." I struggle to answer as I feel my nut coming on. "Can I
breed you raw, sir?"

	Before Coach Jackson can answer me Brad intervenes. "Cut it with
the `sir' bullshit, Ollie. He's giving you his ass. Now take it. He's not
your coach right now, he's a slut with his legs up for you who needs to be
bred."

	Coach Jackson is moaning underneath me. "Yeah, I can feel those
giant black balls slamming against mine. He's gonna knock me up good,
Williams. He's gonna clear out all those babies you put in me with that big
dick of his and make me his." Coach groans. "Fuck Williams, I'm about to
get knocked up by another guy and you're gonna watch me let him do it. I'm
gonna get fucking soaked!"

 	I can feel the cum boiling at the base of my cock.

	"Look at Williams over there boned up and revving to go." Coach
Jackson smirks. "But I don't know if I'm going to let him breed me. What
you think, Olujimi? You think Brad Williams should get to cum inside me? Or
should I make him pull out and waste his seed on the fucking floor after I
use him to get me off like a dumb jock human dildo."

	"Jesus, will someone shut him up? Go on and kiss him, Ollie." Brad
tells me, while he's stroking his own thick cock. "Coach Jackson's like a
chick when he's in heat. Make out with him while you're fucking him and
he'll let you do anything you fucking want. Give him some tongue and those
legs of his can't open up fast enough. He gets off on it."

	I lean down and Coach Jackson licks my face as he makes out with
me, reaching down to twist his nipple as he's getting fucked hard.

	"Yeah, see? Coach Jackson's just like any chick. Loves it when you
kiss him while you're rubbing his pussy from the inside."

	Coach Jackson whimpers underneath me as I'm making out with him and
I can hear how powerfully he's jacking off his huge cock. Without breaking
away from my tongue for one second he grunts and I can feel him shooting
all over my chest. His ass is pulsing around my cock like a vicegrip with
each jet he shoots out of his red, flared cock.

	He breaks away from my mouth and looks into his athlete's
eyes. "How's it feel watching another stud make me cum like this,
Williams?" He taunts him, bringing his finger down to his still shooting
prick and letting it drip to his tongue. "Yeah, this stud knows what he's
doing. Hitting all my spots. I could definitely get used to letting this
one have my ass from now on."

	Brad clenched his fists and I couldn't tell if he was more angry or
turned on.

	"Yeah, how's it feel watching me let another stud have my ass,
Williams? Watching another stud make me cum like this. Maybe I need an
upgrade to something bigger from now on. Leave you high and dry. You can
jack off alone at home like the other dumb jocks who can't get anyone to
put out."

	I was really pounding into Coach Jackson hard. And all of this
cocky talk from Coach Jackson and Brad made me want to nail him even
harder. I feel Brad right next to me and at first I'm worried he's going to
push me off of his mate but instead he grabs my head and kisses me, his
tongue thrusting into my mouth with such dominance.

	I shoot so far up Coach Jackson's cunt I probably drench places in
cum that have never been breached before. Brad's tongue is lapping at my
lips as we connect with each other in such an intimate way. And then he
pulls away, wiping the spit off of his face. "Move over. My turn." He says.

	I obey and slowly withdraw my cock. The second the head pops out
Brad is plugging it up with his own thick cock.

	"Ah, fuck." Coach Jackson groans as Brad immediately starts
slamming into him.

	"Yeah, you feel that, Coach? You feel me sliding around in that wet
pussy, you big slut? You got fucking drenched and now you're letting me in
for more. You just can't get enough jock cum in your pussy, can you?"

	"Oh fuck!" Coach Jackson yells, furiously jacking off his own cock
in time with Brad's thrusts.

	He grabs Coach Jackson's hair and brings him up so he can whisper
in his ear. "I'm going to make you nut so fucking hard you won't be able to
even breathe." He bites it softly and I can see Coach Jackson melt in
pleasure.

	"Oh fuck, here it comes again! I'm gonna.- I'm gonna- " Coach
Jackson huffed, the sound of his hand on his cock reaching deep, succulent
strokes.

	"Nuh uh." Brad yells, grabbing Coach Jackson's arm and pinning it
onto his desk. "I'm going to fuck it out of you so Ollie can see how much
of a slut you are for my cock, Coach. So he can see how I can make you cum
like a fucking chick when my dick is rubbing your clit."

	Coach Jackson moaned frustrated as his orgasm was delayed, but from
the way his massive beer can cock was throbbing with each time Brad's cock
hit bottom I knew Brad would get him to blow in no time.

	"Tell Ollie who's the better fuck, Coach." Brad grunted in his ear
as he slammed into him.

	Coach Jackson huffed, clearly torn between saving his pride or
giving it all up to his cocky athlete. From the expert way Brad was fucking
him there was no question which one would win out.

	"You are, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson mumbled frustrated, pounding
his giant fist into the desk, causing a small crack to form on the surface.

	"Say it, Coach. Louder. Tell us who's the better fuck." Brad
commanded, pulling Coach Jackson's face up to his own, his lips caressing
his.

	"Oh God, Williams. You are!" Coach Jackson bellows as his massive
cock erupts all over the desk, completely untouched. I watch in awe as Brad
expertly fucks this giant man into complete ecstasy, each time Brad sunk in
to the hilt Coach Jackson would shoot more and more cum onto the shiny wood
below him, completely at the mercy of his athlete. From the way Brad's ass
was clenched I could tell he was dumping what I could only assume was a
giant load into the depths of Coach Jackson's ass. Two powerful loads from
two powerful athletes sloshing around together inside of him fighting to
determine whose seed would prevail and claim this hole as their own. And I
wanted my seed to win. There was this primal urge to claim Coach Jackson as
mine and to win out against this other alpha who was threatening my
position as his mate.

	Brad turned to look at me, panting. "Again. We're going to fuck him
until he can't take it anymore and then we're just going to give him
more. We're going to keep going until we're finally satisfied." He said,
slowly withdrawing his cock.

	Coach Jackson was panting underneath him but did not object. He
knew he was in for a long ride of continuous, unforgiving double jock
fucking.

	I looked down at my own cock and was not at all surprised to see it
hadn't gone down one inch. I was ready for more. It's like it knew it's
position as the alpha seed deep inside Coach Jackson's ass was threatened
by another alpha and it needed to reclaim its territory.

	The second Brad's dick popped out of that hole it was replaced by
my own and I wasted no time skipping a beat before I was slamming into
Coach Jackson just as hard as Brad was.

	"Fuck!" Coach Jackson yelled, gripping the sides of his desk with
near superhuman strength.

	I knew this wasn't going to be a long one. I knew I had to spray
the insides of Coach Jackson's ass with another load to reinstate myself as
king. Brad looked at me with a look of heated competition and once again,
we locked lips as I pushed my tongue through his mouth and passionately
kissed my host-brother. Once again my dick squirted out another mammoth
load, coating the insides of Coach Jackson's ass once again with my
seed. Coach Jackson's ass was squeezing my cock so hard I had to break away
from Brad and looked down as, miraculously, poor Coach Jackson's beer can
cock was shooting another handsfree load all over his desk in time with my
thrusts.

	"Man, Coach! Here you are over three hundred pounds of muscle and
you're having multiple orgasms like a fucking chick!" Brad gloated,
spanking him roughly.

	"Gaaaaaahhhhhh oooohhh fuuuu-!!!!!" Coach Jackson yelled out,
animalistically as he closed his eyes and felt his orgasm pulse through
him.

	A look of pure primal fury flashed across Brad's face as he shoved
me away and took his place at Coach Jackson's ass, my cock being forced out
and instead replaced by his own. Coach Jackson was an unintelligible mess
now and was drooling on his desk as Brad slammed into him.

	I looked at the finesse and authority Brad Williams possessed as he
fucked our coach and this time I took his face in my hands and brought him
to my lips, lapping at his tongue as we furiously made out. I brought a
hand to Brad's pecs and massaged them as we kissed, and he brought his hand
to mine and did the same. Something wet landed on my feet and I looked down
to see one long, thick strand of white fluid stretching down from the tip
of Coach Jackson's cock to the floor. The two of us had officially fucked
every ounce of cum from Coach Jackson's body out of him.

	But Brad kept slamming into him. I brought my finger to the tip of
Coach Jackson's cock and extracted all the fluid I could before bringing it
to Brad's tongue and sharing the fruit of our labor with him as we made out
with it. Brad's breathing became more laborious and his lapping at my
tongue more urgent and I knew he was pumping out another load into Coach
Jackson.

	Coach Jackson inhaled unintelligibly and gasped and I looked down
at his cock and it was throbbing uncontrollably yet nothing shot out. From
the sounds coming out of his mouth I knew he was having yet another orgasm
but he simply had nothing left in him to expel.

	But I wasn't done yet. I shoved Brad out of the way just as he had
done me and I took his place immediately, making sure I would be the last
one to breed our conquest. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh was
almost deafening.

	One of the phones buzzed on one of the desks behind Brad and me and
we were brought back to reality. Whether it was Brad's phone or my own I
had no clue. Brad, being closer, reaches over to pick it up and before it
could even register in my mind what was happening the color immediately
drains from Brad's face. He looks up at me for a split second before
grabbing his shorts and flying out of the office, the door slamming on its
hinges before the phone even reaches the floor. I turn my head to look down
at the screen and I can already tell what it is. I know what's on that
screen like the back of my hand. A huge cock is centered on the screen
leading down from a hairy chest. Two masculine hands are straining below it
spreading two glorious cheeks apart to reveal a perfect hole. Written
across the abs the text reads, "So when am I going to get my chance to wish
someone a happy birthday?" And there, at the top of the screen like I had
seen countless times before when my phone would buzz like this, in big bold
letters: Mike Williams.