Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2016 09:46:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 20

Holy cow, guys. Chapter 20. When I first started this story I had about a 3
or 4 chapter arc in my head and didn't see it going beyond that. I couldn't
even consider the possibility people would want to read beyond that. I
can't thank you guys enough for being so encouraging and letting me know
you want to read more.

	As long as you guys are interested in reading more, I'll keep
writing. You just have to let me know you're out there! Got a certain
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      	Chapter 20


      Coach Jackson and I got busy in the kitchen when it was time for
dinner. I knew the four of us were going to be going through a lot of food
this weekend so I wasn't surprised at the amount of food he had me collect
from the coolers.

	Brad rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway. "Anything I can
help with, guys? Or do the two of you have it covered?"

	"Nah, Africa and I can manage." Coach Jackson replied. "Besides,
you never listen to me on the field, what's going to be any different when
I'm telling you how to cook potatoes?"

	"Works for me." Brad shrugged. "Just call me when it's ready. I'm
fucking starving."

	"Yeah yeah." Coach Jackson muttered, moving him aside as he went
into the pantry to get something from one of the shelves.

	"I'll go and see what my dad's doing, I guess. Anyone know where he
is?"

	I pointed out to the dock. "I think he's feeling contemplative."

	"Contemplative in a good or bad way?" He asked.

	"I'm not really sure. Why don't you go and check on him?"

	"Yeah, I'm going to go out there and sit with him. You sure you
guys have everything covered in here?"

	"Yeah, I think we got it." I replied.

	"Fuck off, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted casually, chopping some
onions.

	"I believe what Coach meant to say was thanks for offering but your
assistance isn't needed at this time." I laughed, shaking my head.

	"Welcome to my world, brother." Brad laughed. He headed out the
door to go over to the dock.



      Brad Williams could just make out a lone figure sitting at the edge
of the dock. It truly was a beautiful place to be. He didn't blame is dad
for wanting to enjoy the scenery.

	"Looking for some company?" Brad called out as he grew closer.

	"Always, son." Mr. Williams smiled, patting a place next to him.

	"You feeling okay, Dad?" Brad asked, sitting down next to him and
joining him, dipping his feet in the cold water.

	"I'm feeling about as good as I've ever felt in a long, long time,
son." Mr. Williams sighed, content.

	"I'm glad." Brad replied. "You looked like you were thinking about
something."

	"I think about a lot of things, son."

	"I'm really glad we're here, Dad."

	"Me too, son. Here, and also just finally being honest with each
other." Mr. Williams said, circling his feet in the water.

	"You were really nervous about how I would take it, weren't you?"
Brad asked.

	"Of course I was. How was I going to tell you? What was I going to
say? Hell, even I'm not entirely sure what it is I'm looking for."

	"Dad, this is kind of hard for me to say." Brad struggled, trying
to find the right words. "But I'm not- I don't know. I'm not blaming you
for what happened."

	"What do you mean?"

	"For what happened with Mom. Or what's happening with Mom, I
guess."

	"It's complicated, son." Mr. Williams sighed, uneasy.

	"Is it, though? I mean Mom's been checked out for years. And I know
you think I don't know everything that's been going on. But I do. I know
that whatever it is you're doing right now with Ollie isn't something she
didn't do first."

	Mr. Williams was silent for a while. "I never said your mother was
cheating on me."

	"I know you didn't. But I can figure things out more than a lot of
people give me credit for. And the fact that you didn't tell me what was
going on on her end just makes you an even better dad. Seriously. That
takes a good man to hold something like that in."

	"I would have never done that. She's your mother."

	"I know. I know it's complicated. It's not an easy situation. I
just wanted you to know that I think it's great that you and Ollie have
each other. I really do. I've seen how happy he makes you."

	Mr. Williams put his head in his hands and inhaled, emotionally.

	"What's the matter, Dad?" Brad asked, rubbing his dad's shoulder to
comfort him.

	"These- these past few months. I've been terrified of what would
happen when you found out about Ollie and me. I thought you would hate
me. I thought you would lose all the respect you had for me. I thought I
was going to lose you forever. And here-" He wiped his eyes for a
second. "Here you are now, saying all of these wonderful things to me. I
just- I just never thought I would be so lucky."

	"Of course, Dad. I just want you to be happy. I know it's what
everyone always says, but I really mean it. Ollie makes you happy. There's
no denying it."

	"Thanks son."

	"Yeah Dad."

	"Enough about me." Mr. Williams laughed for a second, feeling
emotional. "What about you? What about your happiness?"

	"What about it?"

	"Well, what about you and Dan?"

	"That is so not the same thing. It's completely different." Brad
shrugged him off.

	"Why is it any different?"

	"Well for starters, he's not even my boyfriend. He's just my. . ."

	"I really don't need you to finish that sentence, son."
Mr. Williams laughed. "But listen to me for a second. Do you care about
him?"

	"Do I care about him?"

	"You heard me."

	"It's- I don't know, Dad. It's not like that. It's not like what
you and Ollie have."

	"And why is that?"

	"Because. . . Coach and I just aren't like that."

	"Alright, let me ask you something." Mr. Williams pressed.

	"Okay."

	"Does your day get brighter whenever you spend time with him?"

	"Well, yeah. But how could it not, considering what we do?"

	"Alright. Have you had your eye on anyone else since the two of you
started whatever it is that you're doing?"

	"Well. . . It's complicated. I mean maybe once or twice, but for
the most part, no."

	"The old Brad Williams would have answered that question very
differently. The old Brad Williams was spending every weekend with a new
cheerleader, not even bothering to remember their names when he was done
with them."

	Brad was hurt for a second but he couldn't disagree.

	Mr. Williams continued. "Alright, what about this. Have you
introduced this guy to your dad yet?"

	Brad laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He shrugged,
noting the scenery around him.

	"Well then son, I really hate to break it to you, but you've got
yourself a boyfriend." Mr. Williams grinned.

	"Oh come on, Dad. He's not my boyfriend."

	"I'm afraid he is, son. Big time."

	"Well you can believe whatever you want to believe, I guess." Brad
scoffed, laughing.

	"Look, son. I'm not going to pretend that there aren't obvious
physiological benefits to whatever it is that you've got going on with
Dan. But I really mean it when I say there is so much more to a
relationship than just sex. And it's so much more meaningful when it's with
someone you really care about."

	"Are you really giving me the `sex should only be between two
people who are in love' speech, Dad?"

	"No, listen to me son. I really mean it. I'm not going to beat
around the bush. We're past that now. I've had a lot more sex in my life
than you would probably want to believe or think about."

	"No shit." Brad laughed.

	"But all of that meaningless time I spent in college sowing my wild
oats doesn't even compare to what it's like with someone you love. I've had
that with your mother and I've had that with Ollie."

	Brad was silent for a while as he took his dad's words in.

	"Look, I'm not saying you should fall in love tomorrow."
Mr. Williams continued. "But I just want you to open yourself up to the
possibility of it. I know you like to think of yourself as the guy who's
done it all and done it the best. But you don't know what you're missing,
son."

	"You two are really in love, aren't you? You and Ollie."

	"Yeah, son. We are."

	"I think I want that." Brad admitted.

	"Of course you want that. You're a human being who has just as many
emotional needs as physical needs. And when you finally find a way to
combine the two with one special person it's the greatest thing in the
world."

	"So you think I could find that? With Coach?"

	"I'm not saying you can't." Mr. Williams shrugged. "So what's
stopping you from trying."

	"Nothing. I guess?"

	"It's your life, son." Mr. Williams sighed, starting to get
up. "It's like you said. I just want you to be happy."

	"I know, Dad." Brad smiled.

	"Enough sappiness for one night. What do you say we head on back
and see what those boys have wrestled up for dinner?"

	"Sounds great to me." Brad laughed, getting up. "Thanks
dad. Really."

	"Any time, son. Just think about what I said. I know you're young,
but you're a man now. I just wish I had understood all of this when I was
your age."

	"I appreciate it, Dad."

	They heard the cabin door spring open and a booming voice bellowed
at them. "Dinner's ready! Williams! Mike!"

	"Perfect timing." Brad said, as they walked across the dock.

	"WILLIAMS! I'm not your fucking butler. You coming in to eat or
what?"

	"Quit bitching, Coach! We're coming!" Brad yelled back before he
could catch himself. They heard the cabin door slam and Brad couldn't help
but laugh. "It's going to be work a progress, I guess. We may not ease into
it as smoothly as you and Ollie did."

	"With the two of you hotheads I'm not expecting any miracles."
Mr. Williams laughed. "But that guy in there is your boyfriend whether
you're ready to call him that or not."

	"Yeah, well let's see how he takes to being called that."

	"I could have a heart to heart with Dan tomorrow night? Same spot
on the dock back there? I feel like it really sets the mood just right."

	"I hope you're joking. . ."

	"Okay, I get it." Mr. Williams laughed, putting his arm around his
son's shoulder as they walked back to the cabin.




	Everyone was surprised that there was a pretty unanimous decision
to retire and go to bed after dinner. Since all the daylight was gone there
wasn't much to do late at night and this way we could get a head start on
our day early tomorrow.

	"See you guys bright and early in the morning." Coach Jackson said
as we headed down the long hall way to our rooms.

	"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Dan." Mr. Williams smiled, stopping at his
and my door and waving goodnight to them before we went in.

	Coach Jackson made sure to thoroughly close the door behind himself
and his athlete once they were both in the master bedroom.

	"Day one down. Two more to go." He sighed, taking off his shirt and
getting into bed.

	"I love how nervous you are around my dad, Coach." Brad laughed,
doing the same before he got in bed next to him.

	"Mike and I have known each other for years now but it's still
going to take some getting used to. For the both of us."

	Coach Jackson looked at his watch for a second and then turned to
his athlete. "I'm pooped. We gonna fuck or what, Williams?"

	"I see you're getting straight to the point tonight, Coach." Brad
laughed.

	"When have you known me to beat around the bush?" Coach Jackson
grinned, rolling over and positioning his huge body over his athlete and
leaning down to kiss him.

	"So- something became- painfully obvious- to me today." Brad
managed to say in between thrusts of the giant man's tongue.

	"Yeah, what's that, Williams?"

	"You're not gonna like it, Coach."

	"Yeah, and when the fuck has that ever stopped you from saying
something to piss me off? Go on. Spill it."

	"Well. . ." Brad began before he decided to just go for broke. "I'm
kind of your boyfriend."

	"Oh, not this shit again." Coach Jackson grunted, rolling off of
him and sighing.

	"Just think about it, Coach." Brad pressed.

	"Think about what, exactly?"

	"We've been fucking for four months now."

	"So?"

	"Well I don't know about you, Coach, but that beats my longest
relationship by about three months and 28 days."

	"Fuck, Williams. Whoever thought you'd be the chick in this
relationship?"

	"Aha! So we're in a relationship now?" Brad countered, swatting the
man's shoulder.

	"What? No. I mean- Fuck. I don't know. Maybe. . ."

	"Look, we've been having sex for four months now."

	"Ugh, now we're `having sex' instead of fucking?" Coach Jackson
rolled his eyes.

	"Would you fucking let me talk for a second?" Brad hissed. "Jesus,
you're stubborn."

	"Go on, kid."

	"We've been having sex for four months now."

	"Uh huh."

	"And we're going to keep having sex, right?"

	"Unless you piss me off."

	"Then what's your hang-up on just calling this what it is?" Brad
asked, shrugging.

	Coach Jackson hesitated. Brad just took a deep breath and decided
to lay it out on the line. "Fuck it, I'll say it. I care about you, Coach."

	Coach Jackson acted like he was about to argue with him some more
but instead he fell back, speechless. "You- you `care' about me?"

	"Yeah, I care about you." Brad shrugged. "And I really don't have
any problem admitting it."

	"Shit." Coach Jackson sighed, conflicted. "I swear, I thought when
I stopped fucking chicks I was through with this shit." His fingers were
nervously fumbling with each other on his stomach as he talked. But Brad
Williams did notice one thing. The giant, muscular man laying next to him
couldn't help but smile.

	Coach Jackson turned back to his athlete. "I'm an asshole,
Williams. It's just the way I'm wired."

	"You don't think I fucking know that?" Brad swatted the man's
shoulder again. "I still care about you."

	"Yeah, well you're an asshole too, Williams."

	"I know that, too."

	Coach Jackson looked deep in thought.

	"So. . ." He sighed. "Let's say you and I are in a `relationship'."
He rolled his eyes. "What changes now?"

	"Absolutely nothing." Brad answered simply.

	"No anniversary bullshit? No fucking card or some shit for your
birthday?"

	"Do you even know when my birthday is?" Brad laughed.

	"Fuck no."

	"No. No weird coupley bullshit." Brad replied. "Nothing has to
change." He paused for a second, deep in thought. "Although I still expect
you to put on my birthday. That's it."

	"I guess I could live with that." Coach Jackson considered
everything for a while. "Whatever. If I let you call me your boyfriend or
whatever the fuck it is you want to call me can we just fuck already and
get to bed?"

	"Works for me, Coach." Brad grinned.

	"Thank god. . ." Coach Jackson grunted, reaching into the bedside
table and passing his athlete the lube. "Never would have pegged you the
type to care about this sappy bullshit, Williams."

	"Whatever." Brad muttered as he started lubing up his dick and
Coach Jackson's hole.

	"You sure you're still man enough to have my ass?" Coach Jackson
smirked.

	"What do you think?" Brad said, staring down at him and tapping his
big dick against Coach Jackson's hole.

	"Yeah? Prove it, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted, folding his arms
behind his head and winking his hole at his athlete, enticingly.




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