Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 07:32:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 25

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				Chapter 25



When I got home from practice after leaving Brad with Coach Jackson in the
locker room I headed straight for Mr. Williams's office upstairs. Just
seeing the sexual hunger in Coach Jackson's eyes when he watched Brad from
outside his office would have put anyone in the mood to fuck.

	"Hey." I announced as I walked through the door to his office.

	"Hey yourself." He replied, squinting at his computer screen. I
could see the lines and lines of numbers reflected on the lenses of his
glasses and I could tell he was in the middle of something but I needed
it. Right now.

	I stood behind his chair and leaned my head down to start kissing
on his neck.

	"Oh. . ." He grinned. "So that's what you came here for."

	"You got time, Mr. Williams?"

	"For this? Always." He replied, leaning his head up to kiss me. I
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and ran my hand over his hairy
chest.

	We made out for a little while just like that until be pulled away.

	"You want to take me up to your room, stud?" He winked.

	"Mmhmm." I nodded, going in for another kiss.

	I took him by the arm and led him upstairs to my room, pushing him
down on the mattress and leaping on top of him. Like a pro, he'd somehow
managed to pull his pants down and he was already opening up my bedside
table to get the lube.

	Without wasting any time he had slicked both of us up and I was
pressing forward until he was fully and happily impaled on my big, black
cock.

	I looked into his eyes as I made love to him, thrusting forward
with deep, powerful strokes. God he was handsome. I leaned down to kiss him
gently as he let me in. I could feel how hard he was, his own big cock
rubbing against my abs.

	I could tell this wasn't going to be a long session. And it didn't
need to be. I knew he'd be tiptoeing to my bedroom door at midnight again
tonight on the hour like clockwork, like he does every night.

	The two of us were building a steady, mutual rhythm when we heard
the front door slam, breaking us both out of it.

	"Brad?" Mr. Williams whispered to me, listening carefully.

	"Shouldn't be." I shook my head, doing the same. I knew Brad should
be hammering into Coach Jackson right now. Possibly on their second or
third loads each.

	We both started to panic thinking Kate might have been home early
for some reason but the angry, attitudinal stomps up each one of the stairs
calmed us down.

	"What's his deal?" Mr. Williams asked, clearly aware that Brad was
upset about something.

	"Ollie?" We heard from the stairs.

	"Just a second!" I called out to him. I looked down at Mr. Williams
apologetically. "I'm going to go find out what's up with him. I'll be right
back."

	"Yeah, see what's wrong." Mr. Williams nodded, pulling the sheets
up over his waist.

	I quickly threw on a pair of boxers but there was no hiding to the
imagination what was under there right now. Especially in my condition.

	I opened my door and Brad was standing at the staircase, clearly
frustrated.

	"Hey man, what happened with Coach?" I asked him.

	"I swear Ollie, he wants me so fucking bad. . ." He sighed. "I was
this close to sealing the deal." He held his hand up to measure.

	"Still no luck?"

	"The dude's just so fucking stubborn. I know he wants it. He wants
my dick just as much as I want his ass. But he's not putting out. At least
for today."

	"Man, I'm sorry brother." I sighed, sympathetically.

	I could see how much this was getting to him. Brad Williams doesn't
get turned down. I knew this was killing him. For the past few months he'd
been getting laid as much as he wanted and more and then all the sudden it
stops. I felt bad for him. There was a part of me that wanted to offer to
give him another rim job but I knew he wouldn't take me up on it right
now. This thing he had with Coach Jackson was about more than just getting
off. It was his pride.


	For the first time Brad seemed to notice I was in my underwear and
he laughed for a second. "Dude, were you getting laid just now?"

	"Uhh kinda. . . yeah." I blushed, scratching my head. "If you want
to talk, it's okay, though."

	"Nah man." He turned away. "I'm not going to keep you from getting
laid. We can talk later."

	"You sure brother?"

	"Yeah, of course. Go ahead. We'll catch up later."

	I watched him head to his room and while I felt bad for the guy I
couldn't help but think back to what awaited me in my own room.

	"What's up with him?" Mr. Williams asked when I closed the door
behind me. He looked so sexy laying there with the sheets rolled up. And he
knows how hot I think he is when he wears his glasses.

	"He's okay." I answered, getting in bed with him. "Everything is
going to be fine. I promise."

	"Well, if you're sure. . ." He said under his breath before
reaching into my boxers. "Care to finish what you started, stud?"

	"Absolutely." I grinned, kissing him and rolling over him, lining
my cock head up with his hole.

					- By the time Friday had come
around Brad had gone from frustratingly horny to just plain depressed. I
hated seeing him like this. Though I had tried talking to him about it some
more he simply didn't have anything else to say on the matter. He wasn't
going to say it out loud and admit it to me but blue balls aside I could
tell he just genuinely missed Coach Jackson on top of it all.

	Brad Williams had simply never gone through a dry spell like
this. This wasn't the way it goes.

	Mr. Williams and Kate left us some money for dinner before they
left to go to a social function for a charity they were both involved in.

	"This is not for pizza, you two." Kate advised us as she and
Mr. Williams walked out the door.

	"What if we order one with extra veggies on it?" Brad called out to
her.

	"Do what your mother says, son." Mr. Williams replied. "Ollie. I'm
trusting you to keep this guy in check."

	"Yes sir." I nodded, waving them goodbye. "Have fun tonight!"

	"We will, Ollie! Thanks!" Kate waved back as the door closed.

	"So what are you thinking, extra cheese and a side of garlic bread
and soda?" Brad looked at me, grabbing the phone.

	"I was serious, man. They said no piz-" I started before the
doorbell rang.

	"Not it." I declared before Brad had even thought about it.

	"You know, I really wish I hadn't taught you that game." Brad
laughed as he got up and made his way to the door.

	Before the door was fully ajar he started saying, "What, did you
two forget your keys or some-" He stopped.

	Coach Jackson was standing at the door, red in the face.

	"I don't want to hear a fucking word out of you, Williams." He
muttered before stepping over the threshold and planting his lips on his
athlete.

	Brad immediately met him back with an equal amount of desire and
lust.

	Coach Jackson broke away for a second. "You win, kid. You stubborn,
cocky son of a bitch."

	Brad had his arms around Coach Jackson's waist, cupping his ass
possessively.

	"You saying you're finally gonna-"

	"I said not a fucking word, Williams." Coach Jackson interrupted
him, stopping him with his tongue. "It's bad enough you're getting me to
cave first, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to your shit talk on top of
it."

	Brad just continued to make out with him, running his hands all
along Coach Jackson's beefy ass.

	"Fuck, I hate losing." Coach Jackson huffed. "God, why do I put up
with your bullshit, Williams? Don't fucking answer that."

	If this was Coach Jackson's version of make-up sex he sure had a
funny way of showing it. But as much as I wanted to stay and watch the show
I figured I should give them their privacy. I quietly walked up the stairs
to my room.

					-

	By the time Brad and Coach Jackson had made it up to his bedroom
Brad already had his hand inside the man's slutty little wind-shorts,
teasing his hole.

	"Fuck, I want you so bad, Williams." Coach Jackson whined, shucking
his shirt and kneeling down on the mattress on all fours.

	"Not so fast, Coach." Brad said, staring down at him.

	"Oh what the fuck is it now, Williams?" Coach Jackson growled,
impatiently. "I already said you win. What the fuck else can I do?"

	"You can beg."

	"W-what?" Coach Jackson questioned.

	"You know me well enough by now to know that I don't play games,
Coach." Brad stated calmly, toying with the burly man's hole.

	"You want me to- you want me to. . . beg?"

	"You heard me."

	"Please give me your cock, Williams."

	"Nuh uh." Brad shook his head. "You're a proud man, Coach. You
don't like to lose. This took a lot out of you to give up your pride and
come over here like this. You're the one gave me the ultimatum. You told me
you weren't going to put out for me until I gave you my ass. And you meant
it. You had yourself fully convinced you were going to win. And yet here
you are. . . putting out for me."

	Coach Jackson winced as Bread inserted a finger into his severely
neglected hole.

	"What the fuck do you want me to say, Williams?" He asked,
frustrated.

	"What you mean, Coach." Brad answered simply.

	"Fuck!" Coach Jackson yelled, pounding his fist into the mattress,
angered.

	"Tell me why you're here, Coach."

	"Because I want it, Williams." He mumbled.

	"You want what, Coach?"

	"I want you to fuck me." He spoke a little louder.

	Brad slipped off his shorts and started tapping his big cock
against the man's hole. "Why do you want me to fuck you, Coach?"

	"Because. . ."

	"Because why, Coach? Why is it that you're the one face down, ass
up in my bedroom and not the other way around?"

	"Damnit Williams. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, frustrated.

	"Answer the question, Coach." Brad pressed, slowly humping his rock
hard cock against the man's exposed opening.

	"Because- because I'm your pussy, Williams. . ."

	His athlete said nothing, but continued slowly running his big cock
along his exposed opening.

	"Because I'm your pussy." Coach Jackson continued. "And because I'm
the one who serves you, Williams. Not the other way around. I see that
now."

	"So what changes from now on, Coach?"

	"No more games." The man panted.

	"When I need to get off, where are you going to be?"

	"Right here, Williams. Ready and willing."

	"Whenever, wherever I want it? You'll give it up?"

	"Whenever you want it, Williams. You can have it."

	"How do I know you really mean it, Coach?" Brad asked, reaching
into his bedside table and squeezing some lube into the man's hole. Coach
Jackson groaned as the cool liquid collected at his pulsing pucker.

	"Because you win, Williams."

	"What do I win, Coach?"

	"Everything. Me. My ass. You win. I know that now."

	"You're going to have to prove it, Coach."

	"W-what do you mean, Williams?"

	"I'm going to let you have my cock. You say you're my pussy from
now on but you're going to have to prove it."

	"Anything you want, kid."

	"I'm going to make you cum from the inside, Coach. Just from
rubbing your spot. Like a pussy. Like a fucking chick. Understand?"

	Coach Jackson clenched his fists in anger. Not at being spoken to
like this by a kid half his size but because he knew he could do it. He
knew Brad Williams was going to make him cum like a fucking chick.

	"Understood." Coach Jackson grunted, hanging his head. "AAAAGGGHHH"
He roared as his athlete sank his thick cock into him in one motion.

	"Let me in, Coach. Give me that hole."

	"It's yours, Williams. Take it." The man winced.

	"You've been giving it up for me for months now and it took you
this long to finally understand who's in charge." Brad smirked.

	"God I love that jock cock." Coach Jackson groaned, drooling into
the mattress. He reached his arm underneath his mountainous frame and
started to play with his leaking beer-can cock.

	"What the fuck did I say, Coach?" Brad scolded him, slamming into
him.

	"Please Williams. . ." The man whined, pounding his fist into the
mattress again, frustrated. "I need to get off bad."

	"You'll cum when I make you cum, Coach. I thought you said you
understood the rules?" He slowly started to withdraw his cock, stopping as
the last inch or two rested in his superior's opening. "If you aren't
willing to follow the rules then I guess we're going to have to keep
waiting and try again later."

	"No!" Coach Jackson yelled, angered at the lengths his athlete was
making him go through to prove how much he needed to get fucked. "Whatever
you want, Williams. Just get me off."

	"Now that's more like it, Coach." Brad muttered, though he fully
withdrew his cock from his superior's ass, causing the man to look back at
him with a pleading gaze.

	"On your back." Brad commanded him.

	Coach Jackson nodded and eagerly followed his command, turning
himself over and falling onto his back, his legs spread open for his
athlete, his hole winking enticingly.

	Without another word Brad sank his entire prick into him, making
sure to hit the giant man's spot during his advance.

	"Mmmmm. . ." Coach Jackson moaned, the itch he'd been feeling for
the past week at last getting scratched.

	Brad leaned his head down and kissed him gently. "I don't like
playing games, Coach." Coach Jackson just groaned underneath him. "Come on,
Coach. Spread those legs for me. Give it up."

	"It's yours, Williams. Any time you want it." Coach Jackson moaned,
opening his legs up for his athlete even wider, giving him complete access.

	Coach Jackson had to will himself to not bring his hand to his
cock, despite how much he wanted to. But there was no denying it. The
sticky trail of precum leaking from the head of his cock was proof enough
that his athlete knew what he was doing. Every single thrust inward and
outward was a conscientious technique to expertly work the man's prostate
over and over again in unforgiving strokes. He had his hands wrapped around
his athlete's shoulders, encouraging him to continue his thrusts into him.

	"I'm doing it, aren't I?" His athlete asked, staring down at him as
he layed into him. "I can tell when I'm hitting your spot, Coach. Your
pussy gets so tight.'

	"You got me so fucking close, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered,
his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

	"That's it, Coach. Cum through your pussy. Feel me dicking your
spot."

	"Aw fuck, you're doing it, Williams. . ." The man groaned,
breathing heavily. His rock hard cock was throbbing and jumping with each
thrust his athlete made into
him. "Uhhhhhhhmmmm. . . . Uuuuuuuuhhhhmmm. . . You're-
I'm. . . Uuuuuuhhhmm! Fuck, you're fucking it right out of me!"

	Brad felt as Coach Jackson's grip on his shoulders tightened to
such strength that it was only matched by the tightness his hole was
constricting around his cock.

	"Guuuuhh!!" The man huffed, his cock throbbing up and shooting,
completely hands-free in perfect synchronization with his athlete's thrusts
into him.

	"That's it, Coach. I'm making you cum." Brad nodded, thrusting his
tongue into the man's mouth as the pleasure flooded through him.

	Coach Jackson whimpered as more and more sperm came spilling out of
his completely untouched cock, his state of ecstasy completely at the mercy
of his capable athlete.

	"We're going for another, Coach." Brad told him, picking up his
pace. "I know there's a lot more backed up in there."

 Coach Jackson nodded, lapping at his athlete's mouth gratefully, spreading
his legs even wider to give him complete access.

	Brad looked down at the man's mountainous frame, bringing a finger
to the pool of jizz cratered in the center of his massive pectorals,
collecting some and bringing it to the man's mouth.

	"See what I can make you do, Coach?"

	"Uh huh." Coach Jackson nodded as it dripped onto his tongue, his
athlete not wasting any time as he leaned in for another kiss, sharing his
load between them.

	Coach Jackson's mighty cock had yet to go down, and Brad Williams
could tell it was just getting started.

	"Come on, Coach. Give me another."

	Coach Jackson just looked up at him with wide eyes as his athlete
increased his pace, really railing into him now.

	"Mmhmm." The man nodded, running his hands over his athlete's
powerful, athletic frame. "Mmhmm. Mmmhmm. MmHMMM. MMHMM. UH HUH. I'm-
You're gonna- Oh God Wiliams! AAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!"

	Yet again, Brad Williams watched as his superior's prick throbbed
uncontrollably, sending jet after jet of cum out and onto the man's
muscles.

	"That's it, Coach." Brad praised him. "Give it up. Let me make you
cum again."

	"Oh God, Williams!" Coach Jackson groaned, feeling almost crippled
from the effects of being inflicted with yet another full-body, hands-free
orgasm again so soon.

	Brad couldn't hold it any longer. After holding out for almost a
week he finally started to sow his seed deep into his superior's body,
claiming him once again and making him his.

	Coach Jackson looked up at him and leaned up to thrust his tongue
into his athlete's mouth, relishing the feeling of being inseminated after
holding out for so long.

	The two of them continued to kiss each other as they rode out their
orgasms, finally coming to a rest as they came back to reality.


	Coach Jackson wrapped his big arm around his athlete's body and
rubbed him gently. "Unfuckingbelievable, Williams."

	Pride immediately filled Brad's body as his sexual prowess was
praised by a man whom he respected so much. "Do I know what I'm doing or
what, Coach?"

	"Fuck, kid. You know what you're doing." He sighed as he collected
his thoughts. "But I still really fucking hate losing."

	As the two of them began to get up and start putting their clothes
back on Coach Jackson couldn't help but roll his eyes.

	"Shit, this one's really going to cost me, isn't it? You'll be
holding this over my head for a long, long time."

	"Ah, don't beat yourself up, Coach. I knew you'd give it up
eventually. You always do." Brad smirked, grabbing a piece of his ass as he
walked by.

	"Cocky little fucker." Coach Jackson laughed, leaning back to kiss
him.


"So what made you finally cave, Coach?" Brad asked him, reaching his hand
down to Coach Jackson's hole to swirl his finger around his lose, cummy
opening.

	"Fuck, Williams. You've got me so addicted to that jock cock. I
just couldn't hold out any longer." He paused for a second, deep in
thought. "God damnit, I really thought I was going to win." He said,
frustrated.

	"Having regrets already, Coach?" Brad laughed, massaging his
superior's used hole with his finger.

	"With the attitude you're going to pull on me from now on? Hell
yeah I have regrets. You've found my weakness, kid. Fuck, nobody gets to me
like you do. You really get under my skin."

	"In a good way or a bad way?" Brad asked, grinning.

	"Hell, I guess it's a little of both. Fuck, I've never seen
anything like it, kid. I swear you could say something that pisses me off
so much part of me wants to reach over and smack that fucking smirk off
your face and then the other part of me wants to sit on your fat jock cock
so fucking bad it would make your head spin. You're something else, kid."

	"Ah, a glimpse into the mind of Dan Jackson." Brad laughed. "So
tell me, would I have a better chance getting lucky tomorrow tonight if I
brought you flowers or if I said something to piss you off?"

	"See? Just like that! You say shit like that and I don't know if I
want to put your fucking attitude in check or get on my fucking knees and
suck your cock." Coach Jackson grunted, frustrated. "Fuck! How do you get
under my skin so bad, Williams?"

	"Just a natural-born talent I guess." His athlete shrugged
smugly. "Though I have to say if my options are you coming over here to
punch me or blow me I vote the second option."

	Coach Jackson just laughed and walked over to him, kissing
him. "It's never going to be easy with us, is it kid? None of that rainbows
and dandelions bullshit."


"Fuck no. And why should it be? We're going to piss each other off. It's
always going to happen. It's just the way we operate. But tell me there's
another person out there who can make you cum like that. Over and over
again."

	"You've got me there, Williams." Coach Jackson shrugged.

	"So fuck everyone else. Fuck normal. What we have works. From now
on, when we piss each other off, we'll just fuck. Put all that aggression
and negative bullshit into using each other to get off. It's the only way
you and I are going to make it out alive without killing each other."

	"So what, whenever you're wanting in my ass you're just going to
pick a fight with me now?" Coach Jackson smirked, kissing him.

	"Nah, you're an easy lay, Coach. I never have to put that much work
into getting you to put out."

	"Fuck off, Williams."

	"Am I wrong?"

	"Ah hell, I guess you have me there." Coach Jackson laughed. "I'm
not sure how I feel about you having me all figured out like this."

	"Aw, come on, Coach. You know me better than that. You know that
deep down I like it when you play hard to get. Men are natural hunters. It
just makes it that much sweeter when you finally give it up. And you always
do."

	"Yeah, kid. You just remember you're not the only one who knows how
to push peoples' buttons."

	"Oh yeah? You think you have me figured out, do you?"

	"Just that whenever Brad Williams hears the word no it just makes
him want it even more." He bit his athlete's lip playfully.

	"And how would you know that? Every time you've tried telling me no
you just come crawling back in no time begging me to let you have my cock."

	"You expect me to believe you weren't going crazy without having me
to put your cock into this week, kid?" Coach Jackson smirked.

	"I'm sorry, who's the one who caved in this scenario again?"

	"Yeah yeah. You'll be holding this one over my head forever, won't
you?"

	"Just whenever you need reminding, Coach." He grinned.

	"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Coach Jackson sighed,
laughing.

	"You'll live. You should have thought about that before you caved,
Coach."

	"And so it begins. . ." He rolled his eyes.

	"Alright, alright I'll let you off the hook for now, Coach. But
seriously. I know talking about sappy shit like this is like pulling teeth
for you. But I guess. . . I don't know. . . " Brad said as he laid down on
the mattress and pulled the giant man down with him, wrapping his arms
around him. "I really missed you this past week, Coach. Honestly."

	"Yeah, you missed me or the pussy, Williams?" Coach Jackson
laughed.

	"Both, you jackass." Brad rolled his eyes. "Why is it so hard for
you to believe?"

	"I don't know, Williams. You know how I am. I've never been good at
the lovey-dovey shit. It's just not the way I'm wired."

	"Yeah, well you need to realize you're in a relationship with a guy
who loves the lovey-dovey shit." Brad said, kissing him and nuzzling into
his shoulder. "And that's just something you're going to have to learn to
deal with."

	"Now don't be getting soft on me, Williams. You're not going to
show up at my apartment with a big teddy bear and flowers on a whim just
cause, are you?"

	"Only to see the look on your face if I did." He laughed. "But so
what if I did? When I care about someone I let them know it. Look, this is
all new to me. I was the boyfriend who always wrapped my girl around with
my jacket when it got cold. Or leave her a heart on the mirror after the
shower fogged it up-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson laughed, rolling his
eyes.

"Just let me finish, you stubborn son of a bitch." He laughed, punching his
shoulder. "What I'm saying is this is all new to me.  But you're just going
to have to accept the fact that I care about you. And I like showing it. As
much as you hate it or think it's stupid."


"Yeah yeah, just don't expect any miracles from me, Williams. A leopard
can't change its spots. Though. . . " He sighed. "Ah, fuck it. As far as
people in my life go, from the people I've fucked around with, and trust
me- there are a lot of them, I guess you could say I. . . sort of. . . care
about you too, kid." He paused a moment as he let his words sink in. "Fuck,
I can't believe you got me to say that out loud."

"And it's about time, you big softie." Brad laughed, punching him on the
shoulder again. "Now was that so hard?"

	"Fuck yeah it was hard, Williams! I told you I don't do this sappy
shit."

	"Yeah, well I'll take what I can get, Coach."

	"Maybe if you weren't pissing me off all the time I'd say it more
often."

	"Aw, now where's the fun in that?" His athlete laughed, thrusting
his tongue into his mouth for a kiss. He looked over at his alarm
clock. "It's still pretty early. What you do say you spread those legs of
yours and give it up again before you go?" He asked, grabbing a hold of his
coach's ass possessively. "Call it a victory lap for me and my prize for
getting you to cave first and put out for me."

	"Ah, what the hell, Williams." Coach Jackson shrugged, slipping his
slutty wind shorts down again and winking his sloppy hole at his
athlete. "The two of us went through hell this week not being able to get a
nut in. Might as well make up for lost time. But it still pisses me off
that I lost."

	"You'll get over it." His athlete smirked at him as he positioned
himself at his superior's opening.



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