Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 07:28:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 26

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				Chapter 26


Now that Brad had officially gotten his groove back he was able to put all
of his focus and concentration into the big game on Friday instead of
figuring out how he was going to get laid. And it proved successful. We
absolutely smoked the other team, with a 31 point lead. It was no contest.

	Coach Jackson watched as all the other athletes got out of their
gear and put on their regular clothes to go to a big party to celebrate the
victory. He crossed his arms and looked at his star athlete as the rest of
them left the locker room, eager to start the night's festivities.

	"Damn good job, Williams. You really made me proud out there."

	"Thanks Coach. You have a reward in mind?" He grinned.

	"Actually. . ." Coach Jackson looked over his shoulder, making sure
no one else was around. "I kind of do."

	"I think I can guess what."

	"Yeah, we'll see about that, Williams. I decided to go for
something special this time." Coach Jackson grinned.

	"Yeah? What is it?"

	"Why don't you take a look and see?"

	"Where is it?" His athlete asked.

	"Well, Williams, I was thinking . . ."

	"Yeah?"

	"You know I'm not good with the sappy shit. It's just not the way
I'm wired."

	"You don't say." Brad laughed.

	"Would you shut your fucking mouth and just let me finish,
Williams? Jesus."

	"Go on. . ." Brad smirked.

	"As I was saying. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, setting his
clipboard down and starting to remove his shirt. "I figured I should do
something to show you that just because I'm not into the sentimental
bullshit or talking about my feelings crap that. . .  Ah, hell. Just take a
look." He threw off his shirt so that he was only wearing his slutty
wind-shorts, his muscles bulging intimidatingly.

	"What am I supposed to be looking at exactly, Coach?" Brad asked,
looking the giant man and his rippling muscles over.

	Without saying a word, Coach Jackson took a deep breath and crossed
his arms behind his head, turning around slowly.

	Brad Williams's jaw dropped. There, just above the mountainous
man's tail bone was something small scrawled in bold, black ink. More
specifically, a number. 16.

	Coach Jackson stood there, looking over his shoulder. "Well, kid?
What do you think?"

	"M- my uniform number . ." Brad muttered, still in complete shock.

	"Yeah, you cracked the code. I guess you're not as dumb as you
look."

	Brad was speechless. The man's enormous body was sheer
perfection. Decades of dedicated, rigorous training and routine. Dan
Jackson was the epitome of fitness and perfection. And he had chosen to
mark himself. He couldn't have branded himself more plainly belonging to
Brad Williams if he had tried, other than writing his name outright.

	Brad slowly took a step forward, reaching his hand out to run his
finger over the number. The skin around it was still pink and puffy.

	"Easy there, Williams!" Coach Jackson winced. "They're still
fresh!"

	"W-what do you mean 'they'?"

	Coach Jackson smirked. "You've only seen the half of it, kid." And
with that, he slowly turned around so he was facing his athlete and started
to remove his slutty wind-shorts. Again, his athlete was in shock. There,
just below his navel, just underneath his waistline was the number 16
again, in the same black ink.

	"This way, whether you're fucking me from behind or missionary, you
know who this ass belongs to." Coach Jackson muttered.

	"And these are legit? They're real?"

	"They're the real deal, Williams." Coach Jackson nodded, guiding
his athlete's hand over his sore skin gently. "Got the back one done on
Tuesday and couldn't help but go back in for the other in front the day
after. And you want to know the fucked up thing about it?"

	"What, Coach?" Brad asked him, mesmerized as he ran his fingers
over the markings gently.

	"I didn't even lie to the guy who did 'em. Told him how it
was. That my stud was going to be sure who this pussy belongs to."

	"I can't believe this, Coach." Brad shook his head in disbelief.

	"Yeah, well believe it, kid. You earned this ass. It's yours. And
now you've got this to prove it." He leaned in to kiss him softly. He
continued to guide his athlete's hand over the pink, puffy skin. "What do
you think, stud?"

	"Is- is it too soon to show you what I think about it? Are you too
sore?" Brad bit his lip hungrily.

	Coach Jackson slowly stepped out of his underwear. "Be gentle with
me, kid." He leaned in to kiss his athlete tenderly. "Now come take what's
yours."

	"On the fucking floor." Brad grunted, breaking away from him and
pointing to the locker room floor.

	"Yeah Williams?" Coach Jackson huffed, getting down on his knees
and then laying down on his back. "You gonna show me who this pussy belongs
to?"

	Brad Williams had never been more turned on. He hastily kicked off
his shoes and unzipped his jeans, pulling his rock hard cock out, slapping
it in his palm. He stared down at his hulking superior down on the floor,
legs up and eagerly offering his hole to him.

	He lowered himself down and tapped his cock at his coach's hole,
precum practically running out of the head freely and into Coach Jackson's
opening from all the pent up aggression from the game and then finding out
what Coach Jackson had done for him.

	"Let me see it." He muttered, looking his superior right in the
eye.

	Coach Jackson nodded, straightening his back out on the locker room
floor and raising his legs so that the number 16 was in plain view of his
athlete, just above the man's charged, beer-can cock.

	Brad leaned his head down and proceeded to tongue the man's hole,
gripping his cheeks with his powerful quarterback hands and spreading them
wide so he could gain entry.

	"Aw fuck yeah, kid." Coach Jackson squirmed in pleasure, writhing
around on the locker room floor.

	His athlete continued to dart his fat tongue in and out of his
hole, every few seconds coming back up just to get another good look at
what Coach Jackson had willingly branded himself with before going back
down with renewed determination.

	"That's it, Williams. Own that hole. It's yours. Fuck kid, you make
me want it so bad." Coach Jackson groaned reaching up to play with his own
pecs.

	After a few minutes Coach Jackson's hole was practically sucking
his athlete's tongue in on its own accord. "Fuck Williams, I need you in me
now. I can't wait anyfuckingmore for that big jock cock."

	Brad withdrew his tongue from Coach Jackson's gaping cunt and wiped
his face, determination in his eyes. Without wasting another moment he
guided his prick to the man's entrance and sank it in.


	"GODDAMN!! Coach Jackson yelled, pounding his fist into the lockers
above him, making them rattle all across the abandoned locker room. "Fuck
Williams, you get me so fucking hot for it."

	Brad Williams watched as his big cock entered in and out of the
giant man's hole, his eyes moving up and down, following the penetration
and then moving back up to the number 16 just above the man's beer-can
cock. He couldn't stop looking at it. He couldn't get enough of it. Whether
two minutes or twenty minutes passed before Coach Jackson snapped him back
to reality, he didn't know.

	"Fuck, Williams, you've got me so fucking close. . . " Coach
Jackson whimpered, slapping his huge cock against his abs.

	"Turn over." Brad grunted, spanking him hard.

	Coach Jackson looked frustrated as he was just about to reach his
climax but nodded. "You got it, kid."

	He slowly eased himself off of his athlete's prick and repositioned
himself on all-fours, presenting his hole to his athlete, hanging his head
down.

	At once Brad Williams was back inside of him, reaching underneath
the hulking authority figure and playing with his tits.

	"Goddamn, that's good Williams. Fuck!" Coach Jackson grunted,
jacking off his cock in time with the thrusts his athlete was making inside
of him.

	Brad watched from above, his shirt and pants damp with sweat, as he
continued to take his coach's hole, right here and in the open. He looked
down at the man's ass, the number 16 bold, clear, present. Permanent.

	He leaned across the giant man's back and nipped at the man's ear,
running his hands all over Coach Jackson's rippled torso.

	"Mmmmmm. . ." Coach Jackson moaned, leaning his head back to accept
his athlete's tongue into his mouth. "That's right, Williams. Take that
hole. Own it. Show me who that hole belongs to. Go on. Harder. You're not
gonna break me, kid."

	Brad increased his pace, working the giant man's pecs with his
hands, kissing him sloppily.

	"Harder Williams!" Coach Jackson huffed, jacking himself off with
his massive, strong arm.

	"I SAID HARDER, WILLIAMS!" Coach Jackson roared. "DON'T MAKE ME
FUCKING ASK TWICE."

	Brad pulled at the man's lip with his teeth before bringing his
head back up and really slamming into the giant man underneath him.

	"That's it, Williams!" Coach Jackson panted underneath him. "When I
tell you I want it harder then you fucking dick me harder, you understand?"

	The sound of hips slamming into hips echoed all around the
abandoned locker room.

	"Fuck kid!" Coach Jackson groaned. "You're gonna make me blow!
AAAAAGHHHHH!!!"

	Brad continued to slam into him as Coach Jackson sprayed the floor
beneath them, completely drenching everything in sight.

	"Goddamn Williams! UGH!!"

	At that same moment Brad started shooting deep inside of him,
grabbing onto Coach Jackson's mighty hips, his eyes rolling into the back
of his head as he unloaded into him.

	"That's right, Williams. Breed me. Make me yours." Coach Jackson
panted, hanging his head down exhaustedly.

	Brad continued thrusting into him until he had unloaded every last
drop into his hulking superior. With one last hard thrust into him, he
slowly pulled out, leaning back and wiping his brow.

	He watched, breathing in and out, as his sperm slowly started to
drip out of his coach's cunt and down his taint. Coach Jackson sat up on
his knees, the fresh tattoo on his back gleaming with sweat. Without
turning his head around he beckoned his athlete forward with his strong
arm. Brad leaned over the man's back and brought their lips together,
exhausted but satisfied.

	"Good boy." Coach Jackson grunted, accepting his athlete's tongue
into his mouth. Brad brought his hand to the red, puffy skin around the
tattoo and gently ran his fingers over it. "Now that's how you celebrate a
fucking great game."

					-

	After the big game I took the car home and pulled in just as
Mr. Williams was pulling into the driveway. He was seemingly unaware I had
followed him home and as he got out of the car there was a big grin on his
face as he made his way to the front door, obviously proud of his boys for
their big win tonight. It was moments like this. When he thought no one was
watching, yet he still was so sexy, and positive, and affable. . . I loved
this man.

	He dropped the keys as he was digging around for them in his
pocket, making me laugh as I watched him.

	"Going home alone tonight, stud?" I called out to him, putting the
car in park right behind him.

	He turned around and held his hands in front of his eyes, trying to
make me out and then a big grin spread over his handsome face. "Well what
are you doing here? I thought you'd be out with the guys to celebrate."

	"I thought about it." I said, getting out and walking up the steps
to the doorway. I looked around for a second to make sure no one was
watching and kissed him lovingly. "But there's only one guy I want to
celebrate with."

	He smiled as he accepted my tongue into his mouth. "Then that guy
must be the luckiest guy in the world."

					-

	That night we made love in his bed; just the two of us sharing the
night together in the most loving, passionate way two people could.

	As we lay there, looking up at the ceiling together, his head in my
shoulder as I stroked his hair, I couldn't remember a happier moment. Sure,
we'd shared some amazing memories together. Grand, illicit, over-the-top
trysts. But these were the moments that I really craved. Just the two of
us. Together.

	He gave a content sigh next to me and I know he was thinking the
same thing. Before I even thought of the right words to say, I was saying
them. "Mr. Williams, what's going to happen with us?"

	He thought for a moment, letting my question sink in. "I wonder
about this question all the time, Ollie." He said, kissing my shoulder.

	It was something we didn't do often: dwell on the future. But as
time goes on I was thinking about it more and more. I had been in America
for six months now. I couldn't believe it. It felt like I'd lived my whole
life here. And it was because my life 'was' here. The love of my life was
here. My brother was here. I couldn't imagine how I had gone the first
eighteen years of my life without them. The thought of going back to Africa
without them was unbearable.

	I'm not a na?ve person. In fact I'm a fairly logical person. I know
what a whirlwind romance is. But I also know sometimes the stars align and
it just happens. Where two people, two people who truly belong together,
manage to defy the odds and win. It turns out that my person was half-way
across the world.

And yet I found him.

How could I ignore everything in the universe that was telling me this was
right and just go back to my old life like nothing had ever happened? Like
I had never met the love of my life. Like I had never met my brother.

	"I've been thinking a lot, late at night before I go to sleep." I
said. "I want to apply to university in America."

	Mr. Williams took in what I had said and thought about it. I know
what I sounded like. Like some kid with a crush who makes a stupid decision
to follow his heart instead of his head just for some stupid relationship
that's just going to fizzle out anyway. But I knew myself better than
that. I knew this was real. It would have been so much easier if I could
just talk myself out of it and tell myself that I was being stupid. That
deep down I really knew this was just some fling. But it just wasn't the
truth. What Mr. Williams and I had wasn't a fling. And that's what scared
me. That it was too much to lose.

	He sighed as he reflected on what I had said. "Ollie, you know what
I'm going to say."

	"Of course I do." I replied. "It's all the things I'm already
saying in my own head. That I'm being stupid. That I'm not thinking with a
clear head. But I've always been someone who follows my head. Always. In
fact there was just one other time I followed my gut in my entire life. It
was this. Coming to America. Seizing an opportunity. Taking a risk. And it
will end up being the best decision in my life. How am I supposed to ignore
that same feeling now?"

	He massaged my shoulder lovingly as I stroked his hair. "Ollie, you
just need to promise me that anything you decide, you decide for you. Not
me."

	"But see, that's the thing, Mr. Williams. You are me. You're my
future. I know the logical thing to do is to separate myself from you and
think rationally about what's best for me and my future. But I can't. You
are my future."

	He kissed my head and he took in what I had said.

	"I know I should be talking you out of it. . ." He shook his
head. "But I just can't. I can't let you go."

	"I really want this, Mr. Williams. I've grown so much in these last
six months here. I'm a better person for it. I can't imagine all the
opportunity I could have with four more years here. I really feel good
about this."

	"Don't decide on anything now. You've got plenty of time to think
about this and what you want. Promise me you'll try to keep a clear head
about this, okay?"

	"I promise." I said, leaning in to kiss him. "But it's what I
want."

	He exhaled, overwhelmed. "There's something I need to tell you,
Ollie. Something that's been on my mind for a long, long time. Something
that I've needed to do even before you came into our lives."

	"What is it, Mr. Williams?"

	"I'm going to do it. I'm going to ask Kate for a divorce."

	I sat up and looked at him, unsure of what to say.

	"It's been something I've needed to do for a long, long time,
Ollie." He sighed.

	"I'm happy for you. And Kate. I know it won't be easy, but it's the
beginning of the next step of your lives."

	"I know you won't believe me, but it's not because of you." He
said, holding me close. "We haven't been happy together for years
now. She'd been straying outside of the marriage for a long time. And
clearly I'm no saint either. But do you know what the hard part about it
was?"

	"Tell me."

	"When I first found out about it, I wasn't hurt by it. I wasn't
angry. I was relieved. I knew it wasn't about me. I always told you that
when we decided to take you in that I was looking for something. Something
to fill a void in my life. I thought about the giant leap you took in
coming to this country all on your own and doing something for
yourself. Because you had so much life to live and so many things to
experience. Now granted I didn't exactly expect to experience this. . ." He
gestured to our naked bodies intertwined with each other. "But I knew there
was just something missing in my life. And I was hoping you would bring
some clarity as to what that something was. And you did. And I have you to
thank for that."

	I couldn't help but smile as the man I loved recounted how he had
found his inner strength.

	"So here I am. A man in his 40's who realized he has so much more
life to live. And I'm ready to experience it. I need to start living
it. And I need to give Kate the same thing. I'm tired of hiding things from
her. Of feeling guilty. And I know she feels the same thing. We love our
son and he will always come first. And ultimately, I think we'll all be
happier in the end."

	I took in what he was saying and I really think I understood. It
wasn't about me. He needed to do this for him. And I couldn't be prouder of
him for it. For the longest time I had lived with such guilt about what he
and I had been doing to Kate. Despite the fact that she had been doing it
to him first. But I knew he was right. The three of them would be happier
after all of this was over and done with. And I knew I needed to be there
for Mr. Williams during this process. Maybe even Kate too if she wanted
it. I owed that to her.

	"We'll start looking at universities this weekend?" I asked,
leaning up to kiss him, a new zeal in my outlook on the future.

	"I still want you to think about what's right for you, Ollie. What
I care about most is your future. If there's room for me in it, I'll follow
you wherever you want to go."

	A new calm poured over me. The thought of the future had been
weighing on me for so long. And now there was a light at the end of the
tunnel. We were going to be okay. We were going to be together.

	"I love you so much, Ollie." He whispered, turning over on top of
me and leaning down to kiss me.

	"I love you too, Mr. Williams." I whispered back to him, accepting
his tongue into my mouth.

	He reached behind my shoulders to my back and pulled me over him,
laying on his back and spreading his legs, looking up at me with wanting
eyes.

	Without breaking away from him for even a second I guided my cock
to his already bred hole and pushed my cock into him, slowly filling him
back up again.

	"Mmmmm. . ." He moaned into me as I pressed forward. He caressed my
back lovingly as he opened his legs wider to let me in.

	I reached down and took his leaking cock into my hand and jacked it
with my thrusts, kissing him tenderly.

	Gently, lovingly, passionately, I sank my big, black cock into him,
feeling his breath on my tongue as we made love, connecting with one
another in the most beautiful way two human beings could share with one
another.

	Our bodies were made for each other. Me, with my big, black cock,
able to provide him with electric, sensual surges to his prostate with each
thrust and him, with his warm, velvety tunnel, massaging my cock in its
passage as we made love.

	With equal concentration on his lips and his hole, we continued to
take each other to another world. Just him and me. No responsibilities. No
regrets. No obligations. Nothing but the two of us. Together.

	"Mmmmmmm. . ." He groaned into me as I sank my cock into him as far
as it would possibly go. He lovingly stroked my back to encourage me. I was
so grateful that I could provide him with such pleasure. And that providing
him with such pleasure in turn provided me such pleasure.

	He pulled on my lip lovingly with his teeth, looking in my eyes
with such love and satisfaction.

	I could see all the signs on his face that I was bringing him to
the edge. I looked down and his strokes on his flared cockhead were getting
more urgent as he kissed me.

	I brought my hand down and replaced his hand with mine, stroking
him in time with my thrusts. "Let me." I told him, leaning down to kiss
him.

	He nodded as he closed his eyes and laid his head down on the
pillow, nothing but ecstasy in his handsome, masculine face.

	He breathed in and I felt his hole start to constrict on my cock,
his velvety tunnel sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. At once
he started shooting, painting his hairy chest with another fresh load to
match the one I had fucked out of him not even twenty minutes ago. I didn't
even have to look behind me to know his toes were curling. He gripped the
sheets as I took him over the edge, moaning as cum continued to shoot from
his cock.

	He finally opened his eyes and kissed me. It was too
much. Immediately I sank my entire prick as far into him as I had ever been
and started shooting, flooding him with a fresh load to rival the two
already in there from the first two times I inseminated him tonight.

	Our breathing calmed down together as we rode out our orgasms, our
heads pressed against one another, exhausted.

	He brought his hands to the back of my head and brought his lips to
mine, not even able to speak just yet. My cock was still firmly lodged up
his ass, and I knew that was just the way he wanted it.

	He looked at me and grinned. "To think we could possibly have four
more years of that. . . Of this. . . I'm not ready to let you go, Ollie. I
don't think I ever will be."

	"You don't have to, Mr. Williams." I said, kissing him
tenderly. "We've got the rest of our lives to enjoy with one another."

	"You make me happier than I ever thought I could be, Ollie. I
thought my best years were behind me. And then you came along and showed me
I couldn't have been more wrong."

	"And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life showing you just how
wrong you were." I replied, nuzzling my head in his shoulder with a sigh.

	The feeling the two of us were experiencing couldn't have been more
real. That the future had never looked more bright. That the two of us were
going to be okay. That Brad, and eventually Kate were going to be
okay. That there was so much good and opportunity on the horizon. And I
couldn't wait to experience it all with this man. Mike Williams. The man
who had my heart. And I his. A lot could change in four years. I knew I
wouldn't be the same person I was now after graduating from university. Nor
would I want to be. There's that logical side coming out of me again. But
still, even through it all there wasn't a doubt in my mind that Mike
Williams would be there til the end. With me. This was what I wanted. And I
couldn't believe how lucky I was that I had the power to make it happen. I
thought back to the scared, unsure kid who shyly stepped off that plane in
Sacramento six months ago. I couldn't have possibly anticipated what was
coming my way. And now here I am, a man, who has everything he could ever
ask for. Life would bring its challenges, but I knew that I could face
anything that came my way. Because I had a partner to face it with. And a
brother. And I couldn't be more excited for it all to begin.



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