Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 23:04:47 +0000 (UTC) From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com> Subject: Horny Exchange Student- Chapter 40 40 chapters. . . I can't believe it! I really cannot thank you guys enough for sticking with the story for this long. It truly means a lot to me. Hearing feedback is so rewarding and it's the reason I've kept at it! Thank you. You'll never know how much it means to me. I've got some fun ideas lined up for these four horny guys. Just because Brad and Ollie are moving away for college, doesn't mean they can't find a way to keep their mates happy. . . jhtravus@yahoo.com https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jhtravus-gay-fiction Chapter 40 As Brad and I suited up with the team for our last ever game together there was a sort of sentimental feeling in the air, knowing this would be the last time we'd all be playing together as a team. I'd really grown to like these guys. All of them. We all really wanted to end our season on a high note. We'd already finished the 'real' competition season, having placed a very respectable fourth in-state so this game with our rivals was more of an annual end of the school year tradition. "You ready for one last march onto that field, brother?" Brad said to me, hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess I am." I smiled at him as I put my helmet on. It was kind of a bittersweet feeling. Brad would go on to play lots more football at USC but this was the end of the road for me. I was excited to move on to newer things but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss it. Football was one of the things in my life that had been a part of me even before I came to this country, since I'd played it since I was a child at my Americanized school in South Africa. Still, I knew it was time to move on. I wasn't sad; more grateful for all the wonderful moments of my life it had given me. The two of us took a deep breath as we followed the team out onto the field for one last hoorah together. We were going to make it count. - The crowd cheered and clapped enthusiastically as Brad made his third touchdown of the night, extending our lead over our rivals. Dan Jackson and Mike Williams sat in the front row taking in all the action as the crowd cheered behind them. "Fuck, it never gets old, does it Mike?" Coach Jackson said, shaking his head with a big goofy grin on his face as he watched his athlete get back into position as his teammates patted him on the back for a job well done. "It really doesn't, Dan." Mr. Williams smiled proudly. "That's my son out there. Still can't believe it sometimes." "Yeah, well that's my guy out there. Still can't believe that sometimes either." Coach Jackson laughed. "He sure is." Mr. Williams replied, nudging him in the side casually. "How are you holding up about all of this?" Coach Jackson shifted a little, trying not to frown. "What do you mean, Mike?" "Come on, Dan." Mr. Williams replied, giving him a knowing look. "You know what I'm talking about." "It fucking sucks, Mike." Coach Jackson shrugged. "We try not to talk about him moving away, but it's always hanging over us, you know?" "Yeah, I know what you mean. Ollie doesn't like talking about it, either." "I'll be honest with you, Mike, I kind of don't like bringing it up around Williams." "What, Dan Jackson not wanting to talk about his feelings?" Mr. Williams gasped sarcastically. "Not because of that, you ass." Coach Jackson laughed. "I just don't like bringing it up with him because- well. . . I don't know, Williams is a romantic, you know?" "Go on." Mr. Williams nodded. "There's just this part of me that's afraid if I really let him know how torn up I am about him leaving that he'd. . . I don't know, that maybe he'd end up staying here. . . for me." Mr. Williams sighed as he listened. "Don't get me wrong, Mike, there's no fucking way in hell I'd let that kid throw away his future like that." "Glad to hear it, Dan." "I'd never let him do that. But damn it, the kid's just like me. He'd probably get all stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer. You know how he gets." "Oh, I know how he gets. . ." Mr. Williams laughed. "We're gonna need to rely on each other you know, Mike. It'll be tough, but we're gonna get each other through it." "We have to, Dan." "I'm glad he has Olujimi. He'll make sure they get through this okay. They'll look out for each other." "Yeah, Ollie's tough. He's lived quite the life for a nineteen year-old, hasn't he?" Mr. Williams smiled. At that moment the crowd erupted in cheers again. Brad had made it look easy, running another touchdown and slamming the ball down in the grass triumphantly. He took off his helmet and looked straight at the two of them, smoothing his hair back and giving Coach Jackson a smirk before he put his helmet back on and ran back to the team. "Oh, I know what that look means. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, smiling to himself. "He wants pussy." "Yeah, Dan?" Mr. Williams laughed. "Mmhmm. . . and he's gonna get it, too." Coach Jackson smirked, crossing his strong legs to try and make his obvious bulge less noticeable. "Might play a little hard to get, though. . . Screw with his head a little first. Make him think I'm keeping my legs closed tonight before I give it up. Sometimes I get him really worked up like that. Where he's desperate for me to give it up and it's all he can think about, but I make him wait for it. Could be a couple hours. A couple days. Fuck, he gets me so turned on when he's itching for me like that." "Whatever works for you two. . ." Mr. Williams laughed, shrugging. "Yeah, don't act like you're not gonna be doing the same thing after this for Africa, bud. That guy's gonna be so far inside of you in about two hours you'll be feeling him shoot up your throat instead of down it." Mike couldn't help but shake his head, laughing at the vulgar imagination his buddy had." Actually, Ollie and I have been enjoying a more. . . balanced way of doing things lately." He replied, cryptically. "No shit?" Coach Jackson scoffed with a grin. "Damn Mike, I didn't know you had it in you!" "I have my moments." "How does Africa feel about it?" "You kidding, Dan? He loves it. He says he's never been more turned on by me than he is now." "Well shit." Coach Jackson shrugged. "Then I hope you go home and give it to him like crazy after this." "Nah, I'm thinking I definitely want to be on bottom tonight. I'm getting excited just thinking about it. What about you two? You guys been switching things up lately?" "No fucking way." Coach Jackson grinned to himself as he watched his athlete commanding the field in front of all these people. "And I wouldn't change a thing." "No kidding, Dan? That kind of surprises me. You always seem to love fucking other guys. You're damn good at it, too." "What, and give Williams all the power? No way, bud." Mr. Williams laughed, thinking it over a moment. "Fine, I'll bite. What exactly is that supposed to mean? You feel like you're in control as long as you're the one getting fucked?" "You don't know the way Williams and I operate." Coach Jackson muttered as Brad caught a great pass and started running. "Fuck, I love how crazy he gets for this pussy. Knowing he can only have it if I let him have it. He knows no matter how itching he is to get laid, it's my call, and whatever I say goes and there's nothing he can do about it. I hold Brad Williams's balls in my fucking hands." Mr. Williams shook his head, laughing. "You know, you're something else, Dan." "I'll tell you one thing though, Mike." "Yeah, Dan?" "I don't think I'll ever get tired of putting out for that kid." He said with a grin. "Not possible." Mr. Williams looked out onto the field where his lover was patting his son on the back for an exceptionally good pass. "I think I know what you mean, Dan." He said, a smile spreading across his face. "The two of us are pretty lucky, huh?" "You bet your ass we are, bud." He looked back at Mr. Williams and grinned. "You and I are gonna be spending a lot of weekends on the road from now on, aren't we? Making sure our boys are taken care of?" "I couldn't think of a better road buddy, Dan." "Hell, I could." Coach Jackson laughed. "Knowing your fancy ass you're probably gonna want to play fucking Beethoven or some shit like that the whole way down." "Hey, it's better than listening to you yell at all the slow drivers to go fuck themselves every time someone passes us." Mr. Williams laughed, nudging him on the side. "What, and that's not fun for you?" "Maybe a little." "It'll be worse, too." Coach Jackson replied, getting serious. "Why's that?" "Because I'll be one horny motherfucker on top of it, itching to put out for jock cock. And trust me, bud. . ." He said, leaning in close. "I'm a total fucking nightmare when I'm itching for jock cock and can't have it." - "Hey, stud. That was some game back there." Mr. Williams congratulated me, nudging my side inconspicuously as the team made our rounds hugging all the excited fans who had come to cheer us on. "Happy it's all over?" "I really am." I sighed, smiling at him. "In a way it was the perfect way to say goodbye to that part of my life." "I'm glad, Ollie." The two of us walked back to the car as various members of the team hooted and hollered around us in celebration while people congratulated them. I saw Mr. Foster hugging Jason excitedly as Jason left him to follow the rest of the team, most likely to some party or bar to carry on the night's festivities. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Coach Jackson and Brad talking, leaning against the bleachers. "I guess Brad Williams ended his high school career on a high note." Coach Jackson said to him, acting casual as people walked by and congratulated him on their way out of the stadium. "You could say that." Brad replied, trying to suppress a smile. "How does the guy who coached me from the beginning feel about that?" "Pretty damn proud, kid." Coach Jackson grinned. "You know what this means, Coach." Brad pressed. "Yeah, what's that, Williams?" "As of tonight, I'm not on your team anymore. I officially don't have to take orders from you from here on out." "Ah bullshit, like you ever listen to a fucking word I say as is!" Coach Jackson scoffed, laughing. "Guess you're not the boss of me anymore, huh Coach?" "Yeah, we'll see about that. . ." Coach Jackson smirked. He looked around for a second to make sure no one was listening to them. "You put any thought into how you're going to earn this hole tonight?" "What, winning you the last game of my high school career isn't enough, Coach?" "That might be enough for someone like that to put out for you." Coach Jackson smirked, gesturing toward a couple of cheerleaders shamelessly flirting with a few guys on the team. "But I have a feeling you want to go for the best tonight." He shifted his stance so that his meaty ass flexed, giving his athlete a good glimpse at what he had to offer. "I'm not buying it, Coach. I know how worked up you get watching me out on the field like that. You want it just as much as I do and you know it." "Maybe." Coach Jackson mulled it over for a moment. "But you know I love making you crazy for it. Maybe tonight I keep my legs closed. What's the point of making you work for it if you just expect to get it anyway?" "Alright, Coach." Brad replied, meeting his gaze and keeping his voice down. "Why don't you let me buy you a late dinner so I won't feel guilty about all the things I'm going to be doing to you tonight?" "Oh, is that the way this is gonna go?" Coach Jackson challenged him, standing straight. "Depends on how stubborn you want to be, I guess." Brad shrugged. "You and I both know you'll end up putting out tonight." "Let's get out of here." Coach Jackson muttered. "You play your cards right and I just may let you buy me that dinner." They started walking to the parking lot when Brad's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and found a text from Greg Foster. Greg Foster: Boned up the whole time watching you play. Plans for after the game? We can use my office. I'll take as many loads as you have in you. Coach Jackson read the screen over his shoulder as Brad texted back, instantly feeling a little jealous. Brad Williams: No can do, Mr. F. Reserved for the night. He put his phone back in his pocket as they continued walking. "Pretty ballsy move, kid." Coach Jackson muttered to him as people bustled around them. "Turning down a sure thing like that. Guess you decided to press your luck and try for the best tonight." "It wasn't that hard of a decision, Coach." Brad replied, casually. "I'm thinking it's a sure thing either way." "Cocky little fucker." Coach Jackson grinned, nudging him on the side. "Guess we'll see if you're right or not then, won't we?" "Guess we will." - After getting home from the game, Mr. Williams and I started making out on the couch, crazy to get at each other. "You sure you don't want me to go up and shower?" I asked, pulling away from him, laughing. "Don't even think about it, stud." He grinned, pulling me back in. He kissed me roughly as he reached around me and grabbed my ass, squeezing it. He had already fucked me three times this week. Granted, I'd fucked him twice that, but still, he seemed to like switching things up a bit. I did, too. "Man, you've really taken a liking to that thing lately." I laughed as he ran his hands over my ass as we made out. "So what if I have?" He smiled angelically. "You got a problem with that?" "Not at all. I like that I turn you on like this." "That's the understatement of the century." He replied, leaning in to kiss me. At that moment the front door opened and Brad and Coach Jackson walked through. They nodded to us as they made their way to the stairs, Coach Jackson peeling his shirt off and throwing it on the floor as he followed his athlete. Brad turned to look at us as he ran his hands over Coach Jackson's mighty physique. "And this is after the guy told me he wasn't putting out tonight." He teased Coach Jackson's nipple with a smirk. "Don't fuck this up for yourself, Williams. You haven't exactly sealed the deal yet." "Ah, shut up and get that ass upstairs already." Brad grinned, spanking him playfully. Coach Jackson looked his athlete over for a moment before sighing and marching his way upstairs. "Cocksure son of a bitch. . . fuckin' turns me on so bad. . ." - Summer was flying by. All during and after graduation people asked me what I was going to do with all of this sudden free time. And to be honest, I couldn't really answer them. I wasn't used to free time. But suddenly I found myself surrounded by it. And I loved it. Mr. Williams, Brad, Coach Jackson, and I spent our days sitting out by the pool, grilling steaks and burgers, and just enjoying each other's company. Brad and I would usually meet the guys at the lake or play a couple rounds of football in the mornings and afternoons before heading back to the house, exhausted. I was really enjoying myself. And though I was excited to be starting college, I was surprised with just how content I was having really nothing to do at all. Brad would need to get down to USC way before classes started. Football practice started for him toward the end of July so that the team would get a head-start on conditioning and getting to know each other. I decided I would leave with him rather than stay here until right before my classes started. Of course I wanted to spend as much time with Mr. Williams as possible, but in the end he convinced me that it was the right thing to do. Besides, no matter how close I was with Mr. Williams, Brad was my brother. I was looking forward to navigating all of this new territory with him. I'd been keeping contact with Drew pretty regularly throughout the summer, something Mr. Williams wholeheartedly encouraged. Ever since our fun after meeting at the library, we'd text each other here and there. Nothing too over the line, but it was clear meeting up again and finishing what we'd started was on both our minds. Not to mention we just had a lot in common and had similar interests. He'd promised to help show Brad and me around before classes started. Brad wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of having to follow around an 'old nerd librarian' as he so eloquently put it, but I assured him that the 'old nerd librarian' was actually really hot. On Brad's and my very last night in Sacramento, I lay in bed with Mr. Williams, running my fingers through his chest hair as we talked. "You nervous?" He asked me, kissing my shoulder. "Maybe a little." I shrugged. "Not as much as I thought. I've made huge life transitions before, you know." "Yeah, this'll be a piece of cake." He smiled. "I want to hear about all the hot guys you're fucking. Every single one." "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." I laughed, kissing him. "Just don't forget you've got a guy here at home that loves you." "Psh. . ." I scoffed and before I could stop myself, "Never. I mean you're going to be my husband one day and-" I stopped immediately, feeling I had said too much. The look on his face was priceless. Pure joy. "I didn't mean-" I started, blushing. "Ollie." "I mean that's completely-" "Ollie!" He laughed, putting his finger to my lips to shush me. I looked at him, feeling my face going completely red. "Of course I'll be your husband one day." He smiled at me as I felt the embarrassment leaving me. "One day." He reiterated. "But for now, I want you to go out and experience everything the world has to offer." He exhaled deeply, sitting up and looking at me seriously. "I promise you when the day comes that you ask me to be your husband, I'll say yes." I could feel my heart swelling as he said it. "But you've got so much to experience and enjoy until then. And, when we're ready, we can experience and enjoy the world together." "Do you really mean that? That you'd say yes?" "In a heartbeat. So there's no rush to lock me down." "I know. I'm only 19, after all." "You're wise beyond your years, Ollie, but you're still 19. I promise I'll be here with you every step of the way. Focus on school. Focus on having fun. Focus on you." "I love you, Mr. Williams." I said, kissing him softly. "God, I love you too, Ollie." - Over in Brad's room he and Coach Jackson were making out hungrily on top of each other after a particularly satisfying fuck for the both of them, grinding their cocks together with the bed sheets between them. "Williams, there's something-" "Roll over." Brad panted, spanking his hulking superior hard. "I think I want to fuck you doggy next." "Hold on a sec, Williams. I-" "What, you're not tapping out already are you, Coach?" Brad asked, smacking his meat against his palm for effect. "Would you fucking shut the hell up for one second?" Coach Jackson fired back. "Jesus. I get it. I know you want pussy. I'll let you have it in a minute, alright?" "What's up, Coach?" Brad asked, laying down next to him. Coach Jackson pointed to his overnight bag by the door. "I got you something." Brad had to admit, he was sort of taken aback. "Really, Coach?" "Go on." He nodded. Brad hoisted himself up and walked over and unzipped it, finding a small, hastily wrapped box on top of the clothes. "Bring it over." Coach Jackson patted the spot next to him on the bed. "You know, you're a really shitty gift wrapper." Brad laughed, turning it over and looking at the wrinkled edges and jumble of duct tape keeping it together. "Oh fuck off." Coach Jackson rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Just open it." Brad launched himself onto the mattress beside him and peeled the wrapping away easily. It was a simple cardboard box. He shook it next to his ear, trying to guess what it could be, but not having any luck. "Damn it Williams, quit dicking around and just open it up already." Brad dug at the corners of the box and opened it, shaking it until the contents fell into his lap. A big, realistic-looking, skin-textured dildo. "Gee, Coach, you really shouldn't have. . ." He laughed, picking it up waving it around. "Take a closer look, dumbass." Coach Jackson grinned, watching him. Brad ran his hands along the ridges and creases of the veins and the perfect mushroom head at the top. Then the big balls underneath it. 'Is- is this my cock?" Coach Jackson said nothing as he watched him. Brad pressed it against his own cock and looked down. The similarities were uncanny. Same length. Same girth where the shaft became bigger the closer you got to the head. Same veins in the same places. "How the hell did you do this, Coach?" He asked, amazed. "I've been putting out for that jock cock day and night for the past 10 months, kid. You don't think I know every fucking inch of it like the back of my hand by now?" He watched as his athlete marveled at the congruency. "Had it custom made and everything." "This is unreal. . ." Brad said, looking up at him. "But seriously, what am I supposed to do with this, Coach? I mean I hate to break it to you, but this kind of stuff isn't really my thing. . ." "You're going to give it to me." Coach Jackson replied, simply. "What does that mean?" "What the fuck do you think it means, Williams?" Coach Jackson barked, extending his arm. Brad handed it to him, still not getting it. "This way even when you're not here, you know that jock cock of yours is still doing its fucking job. Keeping your man happy. You could be sitting in class, out on the field, asleep or whatever the fuck else you could be doing and in the back of your mind, you'll know I'm somewhere with my fucking shorts around my ankles, sliding this thing in and out of my cunt getting off while I'm thinking about how hot you get me. How does that sound, kid?" His athlete looked him right in the eye, his cock throbbing against his abs. "That's so fucking hot, Coach." He muttered, leaning in and thrusting his tongue in his mouth. "Yeah, kid? You like that I'm still gonna be putting out for you on the regular even when you're not here?" "I like that a lot, Coach." Brad huffed, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He reached down and teased Coach Jackson's hole as they hungrily made out with each other. "You want to try it out or are you more in the mood for the real thing?" "What have I told you about asking stupid fucking questions, Williams?" Coach Jackson grinned, tossing the new toy to the end of the mattress and reaching for his athlete's cock. - "Oh God, Ollie!" Mr. Williams groaned out as he cautioned me to stop fucking him for a second, fearing he would shoot too early. From our position with us on our knees, with me fucking him from behind, I leaned over his back and kissed him softly. His cautious movements told me he really was on the edge. Selfishly I resumed fucking him ever so slowly. "Ollie, if you keep doing that, I really am going to cum." He groaned into me. I reached down and took his leaking prick into my hand and started to massage it as I fucked him. "If you cum right now that just means you'll last longer for your second." I grinned, nibbling on his ear. "You forget I'm not a 19 year-old!" He laughed, willing himself not to blow his wad. "You've got all the time in the world to recover tomorrow." I told him as I started really giving it to him now. "But for now, I'm going to make sure I get as much use out of my man as I can." He leaned his head back for a second, bringing his lips to mine. "I think your man wants exactly that, stud." - Brad gripped Coach Jackson's waist and turned him so that the giant man was in front of him, face against the headboard. He reached down and slipped his finger in the winking hole in front of him to make sure the load he had shot in him 20 minutes earlier would be enough to allow his entry into the giant man. "Hope you don't mind I didn't get you anything in return, Coach." Brad whispered into his ear ear as he kissed the back of his neck. "Just shut up and fuck me." Coach Jackson grunted, leaning back to lock lips with his athlete. Brad pressed forward, sinking his thick cock into the warm, velvety tunnel so familiar to him. He wasn't sure if he wanted this to be a rough fuck or a smooth, sensual fuck. He was moving away in the morning and wanted to express his love for the giant man but on the other hand he just turned him on so fucking bad he wanted to fuck him like an animal. He rotated between soft and hard strokes while kissing up the giant man's neck, causing him to emit an involuntary groan as he twisted the sheets below him in his fingers in ecstasy. "You feel so fucking good, Williams." Coach Jackson moaned as he kissed him. "So fucking good. . ." "Yeah, I know, Coach." Brad nodded, thrusting into him, making sure to pay extra attention to his lover's prostate. "I know how much you love this jock cock." "I love it so much, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson whimpered, as his athlete sank all the way inside of him. "I know all your spots. I know how to rub your pussy just right." He cooed into his ear. "No one fucks me like you do. . ." Coach Jackson moaned. He pulled at his athlete's lip with his teeth softly. "You make me feel so fucking good when you're inside of me. . ." "That's all I want, Coach." Brad whispered, running his hands over Coach Jackson's perfectly sculpted back muscles, hardened and defined as he gave in to the throes of passion. "Nothing gets me off more than when I make you feel good with this jock cock." He reached underneath the giant man to the leaking prick grinding against the bed sheets. "N- no don't!" Coach Jackson whimpered. "You're gonna bring me off and it feels so fucking good, Williams. . ." "That's okay, Coach." Brad said, pulling on the man's ear with his teeth gently. "Cum for me. Show me how good I'm fucking you." "Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson groaned, giving into temptation. "Right there, kid. Right fucking there. UGH!" "That's it, Coach. Let me have that load." Brad nodded, jacking him off with faster strokes now. "FUUUUCK!" He yelled, rearing his head up and flexing all of his muscles as he sprayed the sheets below them, the sound of his athlete's hips slamming against him sounding all throughout the room. He collapsed against the headboard as he drenched the sheets below them as his athlete continued to fuck into him while jacking him off. Sweat ran down Brad Williams's face as he went into overdrive to make Coach Jackson's powerful orgasm as pleasurable for him as possible. He flipped his hair out of his face and saw the new toy lying at the end of the mattress. Slowly he pulled out as Coach Jackson caught his breath. "I want to fuck you face to face, Coach." Brad said, kissing his back. Coach Jackson craned his neck to look him in the eye, exhausted, but sighed as he obeyed, rolling over on his back, still panting. There was cum all over the sheets under him but he didn't care. Coach Jackson spread his legs as his athlete lined the head of his cock up with his hole and pushed inside again. Brad leaned down to make out with him as he thrust into him, with Coach Jackson's lips pulling at his eagerly. Brad reached behind him and brought the dildo up to the man's face. "You want to suck me off while I fuck you, Coach?" Coach Jackson looked from his athlete's eyes to the toy, still in awe of how perfectly identical it was to the real thing. "Aw fuck yeah." He huffed, opening his jaw wide and accepting the head into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it. "That's it, Coach." Brad nodded as the giant man started sucking cock like a pro. The tight hole currently around his cock was squeezing and constricting involuntarily as the man hungrily serviced Brad Williams's cock from two ends at once. No matter how much he wanted this to last, it was just feeling too good. He tried to slow down his pace as Coach Jackson reached his strong arm out and started jacking himself off again, his thick beer-can cock not having gone down in the slightest. Coach Jackson opened his throat up so that he was deep throating his new toy exactly how he should, treating it right. His pace with his throat and tongue increased and he started whimpering as he furiously jacked himself off in time with his athlete's thrusts into him and just a second before his athlete started inseminating him he unleashed another torrent of cum all over his mountainous chest. He groaned and whimpered around the toy, refusing to pry himself off of it for even a second as his second orgasm in five minutes, third of the night, pulsed through him. Brad Williams sank his entire cock deep as far as it would go into the hulking giant and started firing, biting into the man's shoulder uncontrollably as he creamed inside of him. Their toes curled into the sheets together as they pleasured each other. When he was finally drained of all of his seed, he released the pressure of his teeth on the man's shoulder and kissed him softly. Coach Jackson was slowly stroking his exhausted cock as the last remnants of cum slowly dribbled out, swirling his tongue around the head of the cock in his mouth. Brad reached out and lowered the toy down and dropping it beside them as he leaned down and kissed the giant man on the lips softly, rubbing his shoulder lightly. His cock stayed nestled between the cheeks of the mighty man, making no moves to withdraw from him. Coach Jackson ran his hands along his athlete's back, caressing him and holding him closer to him. Brad broke away from him and lay his head down on the man's shoulder, breathing in and out. They lay like that, against one another, as time went on, until Brad's cock finally went down enough to naturally pull out of the warm confines of his lover. Brad opened his eyes and saw the light mark where he had bitten him while in the throes of ecstasy. Nothing that would hurt, but enough to show. "Sorry about that, Coach. Don't know what got into me." He said, running his finger over it gently. "You don't apologize for one fucking thing, kid." Coach Jackson sighed, kissing him. "Fuck. . ." He looked at the red spot on his shoulder and laughed. "Didn't know you had that in you. Kind of a shame you're leaving. Could have been fun to see more of that side of you." Brad felt a pang of sadness shoot through him as the thought of leaving came back to his mind. But just as fast as it had arrived, it was gone again as the pleasure of being next to the man he loved warmed through him. He leaned up and opened his mouth to say something before the man stopped him. "I know." Coach Jackson nodded, holding him tightly against him. "You don't have to say it." Brad thought about saying it anyway. That there was so much history between them and that he couldn't find a way to fully honor the special relationship they shared and how much it truly meant to him. Coach Jackson gave him a look of pure tenderness that let him know he didn't need to. Instead he just lay his head back down in the crease of the giant man's shoulder and slowly drifted off to sleep, lulled gently by the steady intake of breath underneath him. Brad Williams and Dan Jackson were never really good with goodbyes. But they sure had their own way of making each other know exactly how they felt. This was not the end of the road for the two of them. Not by a long shot. Something told them that they'd be sharing many, many more nights like this, curled up against one another, snoozing softly, to come.