Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2015 13:50:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 3

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      		Horny Exchange Student Chapter 3


      Ever since that day Brad and I tag teamed our jock teammate Brad and
I have been closer than ever. Well, Brad, Jason and I have been closer than
ever. We found a way to pay Jason a visit as often as we could and Jason
was more than willing to accept visitors. The only issue was that all of
that "studying" Brad seemed to be doing over at Jason's house didn't seem
to be paying off. He was failing Physics and his position on the team was
in jeopardy. This meant Brad had to stay late after school and get help
from his teacher every other day. Brad was my brother. I missed him when he
was away and I was cooped up in this big house.

	The only good thing to come from this was that I got to spend more
time with Mr. Williams. Sometimes I would help him in his home office when
there was nothing else for me to do. I liked it. He had an extremely
calming presence around him.

	"You sure you don't have anything better to do than be my work
horse like this on a Friday night? You know I feel like I'm failing you if
you're not getting the whole "American Jock" experience." He said, as I sat
in a chair next to him reading off codes for him to enter.

	"Honestly I like it. I mean you know I love hanging out with Brad
and all the guys from the team but every once in a while I like to just
relax. And besides, I like learning. All of this computer stuff fascinates
me, Mr. Williams."

	He smiled at me and went back to typing. I got a text and reached
down to look at my phone.

	"Jason says we can come over for about an hour and then he wants to
go hit a party at Martin's house. Want me to pick you up?" The text from
Brad read.

	I thought about the gorgeous muscle jock ass that awaited me if I
wanted it but I was enjoying the time I was spending with Mr. Williams. And
besides, I didn't want to leave him alone. "Nah, I'm not really feeling up
to it. You can have him all to yourself." I replied.

	"Alright brother, your loss." Brad replied with a devil emoji.

	"Are you being called elsewhere?" Mr. Williams asked.

	"Nope. Just answering a quick question from someone on the team." I
lied.

	"Alright, well Kate is out taking some clients to see a play
tonight so it's just you and me tonight, Ollie." He said, squinting at his
computer screen. The only time he would ever wear his glasses was when he
was working for long hours and I thought they made him even sexier.

	"Sounds good to me. Want me to make dinner?" I asked, cracking my
knuckles.

	"Either that or we can order a pizza or something. I'd hate to
waste an opportunity while President Kate is away." He said grinning.

	"YeahÉ I know what you mean." I replied. What an opportunity
indeed.



	All of this nervous energy on my part was making my head dizzy. I
was so appreciative of Mike, and Kate, and Brad for everything they had
done for me and the fact that I was fantasizing about seducing Mr. Williams
when we had the house to ourselves was making me feel guilty. How could I
jeopardize the excellent life I had? And then I realized something that
took the air out of my lungs. I was falling in love with him. Sure I had
had my crushes in the past. People I couldn't have. People I did have. But
my feelings for Mike Williams were completely new to me. He was a good
father. A good husband. A good friend. He was so generous and kind. And
sexy. He was everything I desired in a man rolled into one. And I could
never have him. I had to put all of this anxious energy into something.

	"I think I'm going to go for a swim before dinner. Do you think
you'll be able to get along okay without me?" I said, getting up.

	"Yeah, sure. I've been doing this on my own for the past 20 years."
He smiled. "Enjoy the pool, son-" He said, before he could take it back. I
pretended like I didn't hear him as I was walking out. This was just reason
number 1 million and 1 why I can't pursue this relationship with this
man. He thinks of me as family. I could never do anything to him that would
destroy that.

	I went outside to the pool in my swimsuit and enjoyed how perfect
the water felt as I stepped in. It was a nice night outside. I thought
about Brad and Jason, no doubt enjoying their second or third orgasms by
now. At first I was jealous but then I realized how none of it was
real. Brad was the type of guy who wasn't going to admit to himself he was
gay anytime soon. He could fuck every guy in his dorm when he gets to
college and still justify it as "just getting his rocks off". I could see
it in Jason's eyes when Brad would empty his seed into him that Jason was
in love with him. And Brad could never give Jason what he truly
wanted. What the fuck was wrong me with me tonight? Why am I feeling so
sappy and down? I submerged myself completely under water and just yelled
at the top of my lungs, instantly feeling so much better when I broke the
surface again. I started to think about my life back at home in South
Africa and how blessed I was to be given this opportunity. I thought about
how sad it would be to leave this place. I thought about how heartbroken I
would be to not be able to see my new brother and Kate and Mr. Williams
every day. Mr. Williams. How was I supposed to go back to my life across
the world and pretend that my heart wasn't broken? If I was so blessed to
be given this opportunity to meet these wonderful people then wasn't I
squandering my opportunity to find something real with someone I was in
love with? No, you idiot. Because he's a married man. A man married to a
woman. I went back under the water and yelled again. When I came back up
again I didn't open my eyes.

	"Care for some company?" I heard, coming from the pool steps.

	I opened my eyes and looked over. Mr. Williams was standing in the
water, his feet getting used to the temperature. My jaw dropped. The
swimsuit he was wearing hung loosely around his waist, underneath a toned
abdominal dusted with a light, masculine sprinkling of chest hair. I had
never seen Mr. Williams without his shirt on and he was even sexier than my
fantasies had imagined. This man was my dream man.

	"I decided I'd been staring at a computer screen enough for one
day." He smiled.

	"Come on in, Mr. Williams. The water's great." I said finally.

	He walked down the few steps into the pool before relishing the
feeling of the cool water on his body. "This is wonderful." He said,
relaxed.

	He reached over to a small metal box near the edge of the pool and
fumbled around in it to reveal two beers inside. Rich peopleÉ He threw
one my way.

	"Mr. Williams, I'm not sure if I shouldÉ" I said, catching it
apprehensively.

	"Relax, it's Friday night. You deserve it." He encouraged, cracking
his open and taking a good sip. "Now that's the stuff." He said,
refreshingly.

	I opened up my beer and drank from it, slowly. Brad and I had
enjoyed the occasional drinks at parties but I wasn't so sure Mr. Williams
needed to know that.

	"Kate just called." He said, taking a long swig. "She just landed a
really high profile client."

	"That's great!" I exclaimed. "She's been working hard for weeks
trying to get them.

	"Yeah, well." He said solemnly. "When she really wants something
she gets it. That's Kate."

	I studied him while he finished off his beer. "What's wrong,
Mr. Williams."

	"You know what, I shouldn't have said anything." He said, starting
to get out of the pool. "Here you were enjoying yourself and then I come in
and start bumming everyone out."

	"Mr. Williams, stop." I implored him. "Please tell me. I want to
know."

	He paused for a moment as he reached the steps. "You shouldn't be
burdened with all of my problems, Ollie. You're just a kid. You should be
out enjoying yourself, not listening to an old failure like me." He said
sadly.

	"Mr. Williams, stop." I repeated.

	He looked back at me and I could see tears start to form in his
eyes. He started walking back down the steps and sat down, conflicted.

	"Why are you so kind to me, Ollie?" He said after he thought for a
while.

	"What do you mean?" I asked, coming close to him. "You're the most
compassionate, generous, modest, intelligent man I have ever met. You took
me into your home to share every single thing you've earned in life and
asked for nothing in return." I said, staring into his eyes.

	He said nothing. It was clear to me that Mike Williams was someone
who didn't often receive compliments in life. He didn't know how to react
when someone tells him all of the things he deserves to hear.

	"I did all of those things for selfish reasons, Ollie. I wanted to
share my home with you because I desperately wanted to fill a void in my
life."

	"What kind of void, Mr. Williams?"

	He lowered his eyes away from mine and shook his head. "You
shouldn't have to hear all of this." He said, ashamedly.

	"Mr. Williams, please tell me."

	"I'm so unhappy." He said softly.

	My heart broke. This man was so loving, and kind, and generous, and
handsome, and intelligent. He offered so much to the people around him and
he was completely taken for granted. I just wish he saw himself the way I
saw him.

	"Why are you unhappy?" I asked delicately.

	"Because, Ollie. I'm sure it doesn't take a genius to figure
out. You're a smart guy. My wife is never home. She resents me because I
don't push myself. I've had the same job for the last 20 years while she
gets every promotion she sets her mind to. She's been having an affair for
the past three years and I've known about it every single second it's been
going on. My son is on the football team with all the friends and trophies
he could ever want. And in my lifetime I have accomplished nothing. My wife
and son wake up every morning and conquer the world while I stay inside in
this big old house alone. I mean, look at you. You uprooted your entire
life to travel across the fucking world because there is a fire in you that
wants to see and experience all that that life has to offer you. You wanted
to see the world so you did it. People like me see the world and we
hide. We hide from the people we love, from the people we want to love, and
from the opportunities in life that scare us."

	We sat in silence as his words sank in for both of us. I had never
felt such an intense emotional connection with another human being
before. Our bodies were so close together I swear I could feel his heart
beating next to mine.

	"Mr. Williams, you are the greatest man I have ever known." I said,
looking into his eyes. A tear slowly ran down his cheek.

	"And I have seen the world." I reminded him.

	He looked at me as he processed what I had said. "Do you really
mean that?" He asked, desperately.

	"I really do. The fact that you don't see that makes my heart
break. And I know that's just what people say when they're feeling sad but
it's not that I'm just sad. My heart is breaking for you." I wondered if I
had revealed too much. My heart was pounding deep inside of my chest.

	Mr. Williams reached out and brought his hand to my head, running
his warm, masculine fingers along my cheek. I breathed in at his touch and
nodded as I could see him struggling with his feelings. He leaned in,
looking right into my eyes, and then kissed me.

	Time seemed to stand still as the man I was in love with accepted
my tongue into his mouth, finally being able to show this man what he meant
to me. I reached a hand down and put it on his slightly hairy chest. My
other hand went down to his swimsuit, feeling a very large erection leaning
down his left leg.

	And then all of the sudden he pulled away, out of breath. "I- I
can't do this." I'm so sorry." He said, tears in his eyes. He swiftly stood
up and ran out of the pool to the house, not even stopping to grab his
towel.

	Shit. This was bad. What did you do, Ollie?

	The next morning Brad and I headed downstairs to breakfast before
we headed out with some teammates to go down to the river nearby for some
fun. Mr. Williams completely avoided my gaze at all costs. He handed Brad
and I our plates before going back to the stove, muttering a casual,
"Morning."

	Kate came downstairs obviously dressed for some business
opportunity and surprisingly gave her husband an intimate kiss on the lips
before heading out. "I love you so much." She whispered quietly in his ear
and giving him a pat on the butt before leaving.

	"Am I missing something here?" Brad asked curiously as she headed
out the door.

	"It's nothing, son." Mr. Williams said quietly, blushing. For a
split second I could have sworn he looked into my eyes before turning away
again.

	"I haven't seen her in such a good moon in forever." Brad stated.

	"Just eat your breakfast, son." Mr. Williams said from the stove.



	Brad drove us to the river and we met a bunch of guys from the team
there. Some of them had brought their girlfriends. Including our favorite
jock bottom, the 6 foot 4 Jason Foster. He had a very pretty brunette
wrapped around his arms and she introduced herself as Rachel. Jason blushed
as Brad and I welcomed her to the group.

	Brad and I enjoyed a few beers together while the rest of the guys
played a game of volleyball on the beach. Brad sensed I was having a rough
day.

	"Come on, man, I know something's getting to you. You know you can
tell me anything. I'm your brother." He said, patting me on the shoulder.

	"It's something I have to deal with by myself, Brad." I said,
picking up a rock and skipping it in the water. "But thanks. I know you
mean it."

	"Yeah, anytime." He said. "I'm going to leave you alone. I'm sure I
can tap in for one of the guys in the game." He ran off to join the others.

	I sat alone and thought by myself for a while. I was wondering how
I was going to fix this situation with Mr. Williams. I knew any chance I
had with him was over. He had made that clear. I just wanted him back in my
life. The way things used to be. He was my best friend here. Two days ago I
was having the time of my life here in the states, but now I just wanted to
go home and forget about everything that had happened. I felt so incredibly
guilty. I didn't want to be a home wrecker. Especially to the family that
had treated me with such kindness.

	I headed toward the latrine to take a leak where Jason was washing
his hands. Damn, his fat ass looked great in those trunks below his tall,
thin athletic frame.

	"Hey Ollie." He said, flicking his wet hands in my face playfully.

	"What's up, Jason?" I said casually. "Rachel's quite a catch."

	"YeahÉ." He trailed off. "Thanks for being cool."

	"Hey, that's your business."

	"Still, thanks."

	I pulled down my trunks and stared to relieve myself. I noticed
Jason hadn't left.

	I turned my head back and saw him looking at me. He was gripping
his trunks fighting the urge to play with himself.

	"You want to go for a walk?" I asked after a while.

	"YeahÉ" He answered as if in a trance.

	We left the latrines and walked a few minutes in the opposite
direction of our friends until we got to a forest area with a lot of
cover. I pushed my teammate against a tree gently and kissed him.

	"We-" He said in between thrusts of my tongue. "We need to be
quick."

	I grabbed the waistline of his swimsuit and pulled them down. He
was already hard. I turned him around and wet his hole as best I could.

	"Come on man, just put it in me." He said over his shoulder.

	I lined my dick up with his big white ass and pushed it in in one
motion.

	"Oh fuck, man. I forgot how big your dick is." He said through
gritted teeth. I reached below him and noted that his dick was still as
hard as ever.

	We heard some of our friends cheer and applaud nearby while some of
them cussed at the same time. At first we thought we'd been caught but then
we realized someone must have scored a hard point.

	I grabbed Jason's head and brought it up to my lips and whispered,
"We need to get lower."

	"Alright, man. Fuck me on my back." He said, slowly pulling himself
off of my cock and getting down on the ground. He got on his back, flashed
me that winning smile that made this jock so sexy and lifted his legs up. I
crouched over him and pushed my dick back up his hole. I loved fucking
pretty white boys face to face. He leaned forward to kiss me as I fucked
him hard.

	Jason's cock was rock hard and it was leaking a steady stream of
precum. His hands gripped my ass tightly pulling me closer to him.

	"What the fuck are you guys doing?" We heard and we both jumped,
looking toward a break in the trees. Brad was standing there with a shocked
look on his face.

	"Are you guys fucking crazy? You guys could get caught!" He
panicked.

	"Sorry Brad. We just kind of-" Jason started to say, still pulling
me into him, showing me no signs he wanted me to stop.

	"We'll be done soon. Give us 2 minutes." I said to my host-brother
as he watched me fuck our teammate.

	"Fine. You guys have two minutes. But the game is over and people
are going to start looking for you guys. I'll try and keep them at the
beach." He turned to head back to the beach.

	"Thanks brother." I called out after him. He raised is hand up to
signal he had heard me before turning back around for one last look at
us. He looked longingly at us for a second, as if debating whether to join
in, but turned around again and headed away.

	"You close?" I asked, kissing my teammate as I railed into him
thoroughly.

	"Oh fuck yeah, I'm about to cum any second now, man." He whimpered,
his eyes closed, relishing the moment.

	His dick started to jump to each one of my thrusts. I knew I would
get him to cum just from my dick up his ass so I decided to go for it. Just
as I started to blow my load his hands started squeezing my ass as tight as
ever and his dick started to spurt a healthy load, completely untouched. I
emptied into him, squirting my seed as far into him as I ever have.

	We made out with my dick still lodged up his ass for a minute as we
came down from our highs, but I knew we were in a rush. I reached over and
grabbed his swimsuit and threw it down onto his face. "We need to get out
of here." I urged him, jumping into my suit."

	"Fine." He said slowly, a freshly fucked glow still on his
face. "What about all of this?" He asked, nodding to the load I had fucked
out of him moments ago.

      "Shit, that's a big load. It's too much too wipe away with your
swimsuit. People will notice."

"Hey, it's not my fault. You're the one who made me do it." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him and crouched over him again, bringing my tongue to
his naval and licking up his load, bringing it to his mouth and letting it
roll onto his tongue. He accepted it gleefully as I went back for
more. After I had licked his washboard abs clean and he had swallowed up
what he could I lifted him up off the ground and helped him get back into
his swimsuit. We kissed one last time before heading back to the
beach. Brad was talking to Rachel as they packed their stuff like the good
wingman he is.

	"Oh there you are, mushykins!" Rachel squealed as she saw Jason and
I heading toward her.

	She leaned in for a quick peck with Jason as Brad looked at me and
rolled his eyes, giving me the "she's crazy" signal with his hand.

	"Sorry RachÉ" Jason said awkwardly. "Ollie and I were checking
around for arrowheads."

	"I was wondering where you were. Did you find any?" She asked
brightly.

	"No luck." I said, frowning.

	"Oh well. I hope you still had fun." She said.

	"Oh, trust me. Your mushykins and I found plenty to do." I said,
grinning.

	She and Jason headed off to pack one of the cars. I couldn't help
but feel cocky that she was hanging onto her hot jock boyfriend while my
cum was slowly dripping out of his ass. I hope he's smart enough to sit on
a towel while he drives home. Although who am I talking about? Jason Foster
is no amateur.

	"So I see you're feeling a little bit better." Brad said to me as
he drove us home.

	"Yeah, a little. Sorry for being so down earlier." I apologized.

	"It's no big, man. I just hope whatever it is you're dealing with
gets better."

	"Me too, brother." I said, staring out the window as he drove.