Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 07:56:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 22

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			Chapter 22


As the sun's rays started revitalizing the earth around the Jackson family
cabin later that morning the two younger athletes began stirring in their
beds.

	Coach Jackson and Brad headed down the hallway and announced
themselves loudly and clearly before knocking on the door to the occupied
guest bedroom.

	"Ahoy in there!" Coach Jackson yelled from outside the door. "Is it
safe to enter?"

	"Come on in, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed.

	Coach Jackson and Brad covered their eyes and opened the door,
getting another laugh from Mr. Williams and myself.

	We were both fully dressed and ready to start the day.

	The two of them slowly began to remove their hands from their eyes.

	"The kid and I were thinking about going for a dip. You two in?"

	"It's the middle of winter, Coach. . ." I replied, confused.

	"I hate to break it to you, Africa, but you're in California. We've
got one season a year in this part of the states."

	"Alright." I shrugged. "I don't have any trunks, though."

	"I sure don't." Mr. Williams chimed in.

	"Me neither." Brad added.

	"Well it's not like you skinny fuckers are going to fit in any of
mine." Coach Jackson said, flexing obnoxiously. "We've got some spares out
back. You guys should be able to find some there."



	Coach Jackson wasn't lying, but it was sure slim pickin's as to
what he had to offer. Brad and I made sure to grab something as fast as we
could, each of us getting a pair of trunks. Unfortunately for Mr. Williams,
the only thing left was a speedo.

	"Oh you have got to be kidding me, boys." Mr. Williams laughed,
picking up the material, barely managing to stretch it over his hand.

	"Sorry, Mike." Coach Jackson shrugged. "But you know what they say,
beggers can't be choosers."

	"Don't worry about it, Dad. We're all guys here." Brad assured him.

	We all headed back into the cabin to get changed. Brad and I
finished first and we were sitting on the big couch in the living room,
tapping our feet impatiently.

	"Everything okay in there?" I called, knocking on the bathroom
door.

	"Uhhh. I don't think this is going to work, Ollie." Mr. Williams
replied through the door.

	"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." I said, folding my arms as I
waited.

	"You sure about that?" He called back.

	"For god's sake, Dad. Just show us." Brad called to him.

	"You're not going to want to see me like this, son."

	"I'm a big boy. I've probably seen a lot more than you would think,
Dad."

	"Okay. . .Here goes nothing. . ." Mr. Williams said through the
door as we heard the doorknob turn.

	"Holy shit, Dad. . ." Brad said, shaking his head as his dad came
into view.

	Mr. Williams had managed to squeeze into the skimpy suit, but just
barely. Frankly, Mr. Williams was a fit guy. His toned physique was always
in the back of my mind when were apart from each other. I couldn't get the
image that hairy chest out of my mind sometimes. The truth was it fit him
just fine around the waist. It's what was sticking out obscenely from the
front of the suit that was the issue. Mr. Williams is a hung guy. There's
just no way getting around it. And I guess that could also be said for the
fabric that was stretching around his sizable mound at the moment.

	"I told you it wasn't a good look." Mr. Williams blushed, trying to
cover himself and failing.

	"Looks fine to me." I said under my breath, getting turned on.

	"Jesus, Dad, you'd almost be better off wearing nothing at all than
that thing." Brad laughed. "I don't want this to sound weird or anything,
but I have to say, Dad. . . I'm pretty impressed."

	"Yeah, I can't say I'm really trying to impress you, son."
Mr. Williams blushed even deeper. "I can't go out there like this."

	We heard a door open from the master bedroom and listened as Coach
Jackson's mighty feet padded down the hall.

	"We all ready to go?" Coach Jackson asked, rounding the corner.

	Our jaws dropped. This giant of a man had managed to squeeze
himself into the skimpiest 'suit' (if it could even be considered that) I
had ever seen. His mountainous muscles bulged out all across his muscular
body and the beer can indentation in the fabric certainly left nothing to
the imagination.

	"What the fuck is everyone staring at?" Coach Jackson
shrugged. "Hey, Mike. I gotta say, nice body. And fuck, where've you been
hiding that thing?"

	"Uhhh. . . Thanks, Dan. . ." Mr. Williams replied, turning scarlet.

	"So what's the hold up?" Coach Jackson asked. "Are we ready or
what?"

	"I guess we're ready." I shrugged.

	"Last one to the lake is washing dishes tonight!" Coach Jackson
yelled, bolting out the door.

						-

	The four of us enjoyed a nice leisurely swim in the lake. I was
amazed at how tolerable the water temperature was. I had always heard about
such harsh winters in America, but I was really enjoying myself. This was
already a particularly warm winter as is.

	After about an hour or so of light conversation and a playful
splash here and there Brad spoke up.

	"What do you guys say we have a cock fight or two?"

My eyes widened in response. "Dude, what are you talking about? Your dad is
right here?" I whispered to him, wondering if he had completely lost his
mind.

	"Relax, brother." He laughed. "It's a game here we play in the
water. You get on someone's shoulders and then you pretty much wrestle the
other guy on top until one of you falls off."

	"Oh. .  . That actually sounds amazing." I replied.

	"Of course it's amazing. No rules. Last ones standing win."

	Mr. Williams and Coach Jackson had waded over to where we were by
now.

	"You guys in for some cock fighting?" Brad asked them.

	"Sure, kid." Coach Jackson replied.

	"Sounds like fun, son."

	"I just explained it to Ollie, so he's all set."

	Coach Jackson patted Brad on the back, flexing. "Alright, Williams,
let me hop on." He managed to say with a straight face.

	"Yeah, not gonna happen, Coach." Brad laughed, clapping the
muscular man on the shoulders. Coach Jackson shrugged, took a deep breath
and submerged himself under water as Brad climbed onto his shoulders,
comfortably seated around the giant man's taught shoulders.

	"You ready for it, Mr. Williams?" I asked, turning to him.

	"You bet. Give 'em hell, Ollie." Mr. Williams grinned before
following Coach Jackson's lead.

	I put my legs around Mr. William's neck gently, but he maneuvered
me until I was firmly planted around his neck and then emerged from the
water. I don't know why I was so delicate with him. He was a fit guy.

	"Damn, Mike. You're a pretty strong guy." Coach Jackson
complimented him, watching how little effort it took him to support me on
his shoulders.

	"I do okay, Dan." Mr. Williams winked. "Are we ready?"

	"Countdown from 3." Brad exclaimed, holding up three fingers.

	"2." I felt Mr. Williams brace himself.

	"1!"

	Immediately both men charged forward. Brad looked at me right in
the eyes, getting himself ready to take me down. It was the same look he
gave the opposing team when we were on the field. I matched him.

	At once our arms were tangled into each other as we used our
strength to try and pull each other down. While Brad had me on brute
strength and stamina I had longer arms, and I was looking to use this to my
advantage.

	"Come on, Williams!" Coach Jackson commanded, getting his coach
mode on. "Get me that win!"

	"Take him down, Ollie!" Mr. Williams yelled below me.

	From the way Brad had originally explained it to me, I had imagined
each round to take no more than 20 seconds, maybe 30 seconds tops, but this
had gone on for at least 3 minutes.

	I was worried about Mr. Williams getting wiped out by supporting my
weight but he seemed to be showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

	"Do it, Williams. I want that win." Coach Jackson commanded him,
staring us down.

	Brad hooked his arms around my shoulders and clasped his hands
together and I knew this wasn't good at all. With a big intake of breath he
put all his strength into pulling me down and after a good 10 seconds of me
using all my might to resist his brute force, he successfully pried me off
of Mr. Williams and I fell into the water.

	"That's it, Williams!" Coach Jackson yelled, pounding his fist into
the water, excitedly. "Good boy."

	Brad grinned at the praise he was receiving from our coach.

	Mr. Williams submerged himself under water again and I hopped back
on his shoulders. When he resurfaced he craned his neck up to me and
whispered softly, "Brad's warn out. I can tell. He's not going to be as
strong this round. Try and dodge his reach for about 20 seconds or so and
then go for the kill."

	I nodded and then we braced ourselves as Brad started to count down
again. "Best 2 out of 3, okay?"

	Not even 15 seconds in, Brad started to pant, exhausted. He put all
his strength into one last grab but Mr. Williams weaved us around him at
the last second and I struck, prying him off of Coach Jackson in one swift
movement.

	"Fuck!" Coach Jackson cursed, slapping the water. "Come on,
Williams, you can do better than that. No slacking this time."

	"Okay, Coach." Brad nodded, climbing onto the giant man again, not
even waiting for Coach to go under water.

	"I want that win, Williams." Coach Jackson said, staring us down.

	"We've got this, Ollie. Stay focused." Mr. Williams mumbled to me,
getting in position.

	The second Brad's hand came down after the countdown we were on
each other. We both knew each other's strengths this time.

	Brad was going for aggressive, powerful grabs and Mr. Williams and
I were evading him as best we could. I would try and reach behind him to
grab onto his shoulders but he and Coach Jackson just weren't budging.

	"Do it, Williams. Come on. You want this." Coach Jackson huffed,
digging his feet into the bottom of the lake, bracing himself.

	After a particularly tactful grab I thought I had him, but Brad
squeezed his legs against Coach Jackson's strong neck and latched onto
him. I tried with all of my might to pry him off, but it was no use. Now I
was the one who was exhausted.

	Brad made a powerful grab and Mr. Williams tried to dodge it but it
was too late. He latched onto my shoulders and pulled with all of his
might.

	"Come on, Williams! Get him!" Coach Jackson yelled.

	At that moment I felt Brad get a second wind from Coach Jackson's
encouragement and I was pulled down into the water in no time.

	When I broke the surface again Brad and Coach Jackson were
cheering. Mr. Williams smiled at me and helped pull me up, getting me back
to my feet.

	"Good boy, Williams." Coach Jackson congratulated Brad, patting him
on the back. "Damn good job."

	"Thanks, Coach." Brad grinned. He extended his hand to me and I
shook it.

	"Nicely done, son." Mr. Williams patted Brad on the back.

	"Yeah, good job, brother." I said, panting.

	"That's right, kid." Coach Jackson muttered, moving over to Brad
and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

	Brad kind of stepped back a little, hesitating at this display of
affection in front of his dad, but Coach Jackson just followed him and
planted his lips on his victorious athlete.

	I looked at Mr. Williams and he didn't seem to have an issue with
it.

	I watched as Coach Jackson slowly walked Brad to the underside of
the dock, his lips and tongue never leaving his athlete's mouth.

	I turned to Mr. Williams again. "Uhhh, this is looking like it may
turn into something more than just a congratulatory kiss."

	Coach Jackson finally pried his mouth away from his athlete,
looking back at us and wiping his cheek. "Sorry, Mike. But this is gonna
happen." He grabbed his athlete's hands and pulled them behind his massive
back and firmly planted them on his muscle ass. "You two might want to get
lost for a while." He muttered before going back to assault his athlete's
mouth again.

	Brad squeezed Coach Jackson's ass as he continued to make out with
the giant man.

	"Mmhmm." Coach Jacksom huffed. "That's right, kid. You earned this
ass. Fuck, you've got me to hot to give it up."

	Mr. Williams and I watched with our jaws dropped at what was going
on right in front of us.

	And before I could even think about whether we should stay or not,
I felt Mr. Williams reach his hand into my trunks and start running his
hand along my already hardening cock.

	Mr. Williams called out to the two love birds kissing against the
dock. "If it's alright with you two I think I'm going to have some of that,
myself." He turned to look at me and started kissing me, pumping his hand
around my leaking cock.

	Coach Jackson managed to give us a thumbs up, refusing to pry
himself off of his athlete's mouth for even a second.

	Brad turned his head a little to where he was looking right in my
eyes and I saw it. A slight nod. It was a message from one alpha to
another.

And that was all I needed.

	At once my lips were on my man's. Mr. Williams was still jacking my
cock through my swim suit but he slowly started pulling them down with his
other hand until my big black cock was freed and slapped against his
stomach, waving from my body. Without blinking Mr. Williams knelt down in
the water and starting sucking my cock right then and there. I looked over
at Brad and Coach Jackson and they were way too busy to be interested in
what the two of us were doing. Brad had Coach Jackson pinned up against one
of the legs of the dock, Coach Jackson's suit floating nearby, and Brad
prying that huge ass apart and shoving his tongue deep inside of the
mountainous man.

	Mr. Williams was sucking me off like a fucking champ. He was so
good that I was worried he was going to manage to get me to cum like this,
so I reached down and pulled him up for another kiss before grabbing his
shoulder and wading over to the shore. As we made our way to the dock I
turned back to look at Coach Jackson and Brad again and they were making
out again with Brad seemingly opening Coach Jackson up with a finger or
two.

	I took Mr. Williams to the end of the dock and he knew what to
do. He threw off his suit to the side and got down on his back, pulling me
down with him as we kissed. Now I knew why Brad and Coach had gotten a head
start. No lube. Mr. Williams seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and
he nodded, opening his legs and staring at me, knowingly.

	I lowered my head down and started to tongue around his hole,
feeling Mr. Williams inhale with pleasure as I started to penetrate him
with my tongue.

	We heard a low groan from underneath the dock as Brad must have
added another finger. I looked at Mr. Williams and grinned as I followed
suit, starting to slip my index finger into his ass carefully. He leaned
his head back down and sighed, clearly enjoying himself.

	"Damnit Williams, you're not gonna break me." Coach Jackson
muttered from below the dock. "Are you gonna fuck me or not? AAAAAGGGG!! Aw
fuck, there it is. Fuck yeah, Williams!"

	I shook my head with a slight laugh as I turned my attention back
to Mr. Williams, who was seemingly in his own world right now as I slowly
slid two fingers in and out of him. He leaned his head up briefly and
looked into my eyes and nodded.

	Without wasting any more time I withdrew my fingers and slicked up
my cock as best I could and lined my cock up with his hole.

	"MMmmmmm. .  ." He groaned, as I slowly started to snake my big
black cock up his hole. I could tell without the lube it must be hurting a
little but he was trying to hide it. I leaned over him and gently kissed
him, giving him time to adjust to me. He lovingly kissed me back and ran
his hands over my legs to let me know I could go further.

	I could hear the rapid thrusts Brad was making into Coach Jackson
below us and the grunts of two overexerted men going for a good nut. I
increased my pace a little and Mr. Williams seemed to be into it. He was
groaning in pleasure underneath me and kissing me passionately.

	I got lost in his touch. I couldn't understand why I was so
lucky. Lucky enough to be here, deep in the wilderness enjoying the company
of other men as intensely as men could enjoy one another. How lucky I was
to have a host-brother who respected me, and genuinely cared about me. And
lastly, how lucky I was to be able to show the handsome, kind, intelligent
man I was in love with how much I loved him. Every single time we had sex I
wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. Because he deserved
it. Mike Williams deserved to feel good. And if I could make him feel good
each and every day for the rest of my life like this I would consider
myself the luckiest man in the world.

	"MMPHH!" I heard right next to me, snapping me back to
reality. Before I even realized what was happening Coach Jackson's massive
frame smacked down on the wooden dock right next to us with Brad standing
over him, right behind.

	Brad looked at me and offered no explanation as he proceeded to
open up Coach Jackson's powerful legs and mount him just like I had with
Mr. Williams.

	"That's it, Williams. Let 'em see how a real man fucks." Coach
Jackson urged him, reaching up and smacking Brad's chest, assertively.

	Mr. Williams turned his head to watch the pair of them and I
couldn't imagine what was going on in his head. We were crossing a boundary
that we couldn't uncross. He was watching his own son fuck like a man.

The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Pride. Mr. Williams watched as his
son expertly worked his conquest over with his big, powerful dick with
masterful, practiced thrusts. There was a primal connection going on in
this man's mind right now. Like deep down in his animalistic brain he knew
now that his offspring was more than equipped to continue the family
line. Because he was seeing it with his own eyes. It wasn't the least bit
incestual. The only word I could come up with was primal.

	Mr. Williams was completely captivated by the display going on next
to us as I continued to thrust into him. I'd never seen his big dick so
hard. With each thrust into him it slapped against his stomach, a steady
string of precum oozing from its big head.

	I could hear a low, deep voice roaring next to me but I was so
focused on the man underneath me and my increasing urge to cum that it was
unintelligible. From my peripheral vision I could see Coach Jackson
furiously jacking himself off in time with Brad's thrusts into him, sperm
shooting from his prick and coating his massive stomach. Brad was fucking
him so hard each time he slammed into him Coach Jackson's load would spill
off of the giant man's torso and drop through the wooden slats below us.

	This time I heard Brad start to groan next to me and in no time I
felt Mr. Williams's hole constrict around me uncontrollably as he was
pushed over the edge by my big cock, still completely transfixed on what
was going on in front of him.

	I couldn't hold it off one more second. With one final thrust I
unloaded my seed deep into Mr. Williams, possibly the furthest I had ever
gone. His hole was still pulsing around my cock as the aftershock of his
orgasm still pulsed through his entire body. I could feel his toes curling.

	After what felt like a full minute, I finally stopped shooting my
seed into him and I collapsed on top of him, exhausted. He finally turned
his attention to me and brought his lips to mine, appreciatively.

	I tuned out all of the sound around me and lay my head down on his
chest and enjoyed the comforting inhale and exhale of his breath against
me.

	I briefly opened my eyes for a second and saw that Brad had done
the same with Coach Jackson. Both of us, still inside of our mates, gently
resting against them, coming down from the highs of orgasm.

	I listened to the sounds of the water gently brushing against the
dock, the birds chirping cheerfully around us, and the gentle, comforting
sounds of men breathing in and out, completely content.

	I'd had this feeling many times over my lifetime thus far. But it
had never been more appropriate than it seemed to be right at this
moment. There was truly no place I'd rather be.



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