Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2016 02:52:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 44

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	Chapter 44

All throughout the day it seemed Dan Jackson's patience was being
tested. During practice in the morning a lot of his players weren't giving
it their all, causing his lungs to get sore from all the whistleblowing he
was doing before he yelled at them. Then the countless paperwork he had to
fill out in his office. The only thing getting him through the day was the
promise of what was sure to be another hot night of unrelenting sex from
whatever new horny guy Brad Williams had chosen to give his pussy to.

	He found himself walking into the bar early this time, too excited
to meet his next mystery fuck to sit at home any longer without the
temptation of playing with himself. Tyrone Adams had done a fine job
keeping his need for cock quenched the night before and this morning, but
he was nowhere near his limits. No. Dan Jackson had agreed to put out like
the cockslut he was for two more lucky men, and he was damned sure planning
on enjoying every second of it.

	He looked around the bar, again appraising the various men
conversing amongst themselves. Tonight's crop brought a whole new selection
of guys he could imagine giving his hole to. Again, the realization that he
would put out for just about every single guy in the place was eye opening
for the mountainous man. And it was making him horny as hell.

	He checked the time and was disappointed to see that the guy was
three minutes late. He worried that he would be a no show. Maybe got cold
feet. It started to piss him off that thousands of guys had responded to
his ad on the internet, clambering for the opportunity to get a piece of
his hole, and that he might not show up. His hole gave a pulse. When Dan
Jackson wants to get fucked, he gets fucked. He doesn't tolerate this shit.

	He felt a buzz on his phone and took it out of his pocket.

	Brad Williams: go outside coach

	Dan Jackson: the guy's a no show

	Brad Williams: just go outside

	Dan Jackson: im not going home without lining up some dick
williams. You promised i would get fucked and damn it im gonna get fucked

	Brad Williams: would u stop being so stubborn and just go outside?
he'll meet u there.

	Coach Jackson got up with a sigh, wondering where this was
leading. To put it frankly, he didn't like getting dicked around when he
wanted to get dicked.

	He made his way out to the parking lot where there was a tall,
lanky guy leaning against the hood of his truck with his hands in his
pockets.

	"Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson
muttered to himself as he looked the guy over before he turned around. He
couldn't have been older than 20 and even though he was over six and a half
feet tall, he had to be less than 185 pounds soaking wet.

	Coach Jackson cleared his throat and the guy turned his way. Decent
looking enough. Maybe a little innocent looking but he'd do. Nice broad
shoulders. Kind of an awkward smile. Dirty blond hair and green eyes. He
knew there was something about him that he was missing. Something about him
that made Brad Williams choose him over those countless other guys that
wanted in his ass.

	"Gosh, you look even better'n you did in the pictures, sir." The
guy said in a deep, southern drawl.

	"No wonder you had to meet me out here. You over 18, kid? Because-"

	At that moment the guy had straightened up to shake his hand and
Dan Jackson's jaw dropped at the monstrosity currently hanging gown the
kid's leg through his jeans.

	"Jesus fucking Christ kid, is that. . .  how can you. . . am I
supposed to take that thing?" Coach Jackson stammered, completely
flabbergasted. From the looks of it, even soft it rivaled some of the
bigger sizes he had taken. He couldn't even imagine how big it would get
when he'd given it proper attention. Without a doubt he knew it'd beat Ray
Driver. No contest. "Sorry, it's just. . . I'm a little shell-shocked, ya
know?"

	The guy blushed deep red and made an attempt to cover himself up
with his arms as he looked around the parking lot. "I promise I made it
real clear in my application that I'm pretty decently hung, sir." He
replied bashfully, his accent putting on the charm fast.

	"Decently hung." Coach Jackson laughed. "Let me put it to you
straight, kid, you're a hell of a lot more than decently hung from the
looks of it. Dan, by the way." He said, extending his hand for a shake.

	"Sam." The kid smiled, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "I'm real
grateful for this opportunity, sir. I feel real lucky and all."

	"Pretty sure I'm the lucky son of a bitch in this scenario." Coach
Jackson laughed, standing back and taking a good look at the mound in the
guy's pants. "Before I get too excited, I'm gonna have to see some
ID. Can't be too careful these days."

	"Yes sir." Sam nodded, fishing for his wallet and handing him his
driver's license.

	Coach Jackson looked it over closely, making sure the picture
matched. When he was satisfied, he slowly moved up to where Sam's immense
package was rubbing against his groin. "You keep calling me sir and you're
not gonna be able to pry me off that monster cock. Fuck, a good old kid
with manners like that. Got me so fuckin' hot to put out for you." He
leaned in close. "You know you're about to get laid big time, huh kid?"

	"I was hopin' so, sir." He blushed.

	"Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, gyrating their hips together
out there in the open in the middle of the parking lot. "There isn't even a
fucking word for how good you're about to get laid."

					-

	When Coach Jackson parked his truck in the driveway he took the
keys out and looked at the young man sitting in the passenger seat. He
leaned in close and thrust his tongue in his mouth, already in the mood for
some serious deep dicking. He noticed a little bit of hesitation, however.

	"What's the matter, kid?" He asked, pulling back.

	"It's- it's just. . ." Sam mumbled. "Well, to be honest, I've never
really done anything like this before, sir."

	"Don't sweat it." Dan replied. "At first I completely flipped out
when I found out Williams had put up ads for my hole on the internet, but I
got into the idea fast."

	"No. . ." Sam pressed, uncomfortably. "I mean, I never really
done. . . anything. . . like this." He was quiet for a moment as he looked
into Coach Jackson's eyes, vulnerable.

	"Holy shit. You mean. . .?"

	"I never fooled around with anybody before." The guy gulped,
feeling embarrassed.

	"Well I'll be damned. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, not believing
this.

	"If I'm bein' honest, I'm real shy." He blushed. "And on account of
my size and all. . .  I was always afraid I was gonna hurt someone."

	Coach Jackson reached across his seat to cup the enormous mound
forming in the kid's pants. "Look at me, kid. I get to be the lucky son of
a bitch who gets to show you the ropes and introduce you to good old
man-to-man fucking. I take it as a real honor. You're giving me the
opportunity to break you in and damnit, I'm gonna make sure you get to
experience anything you fucking want. Understand me?"

	"Yes sir." Sam nodded, starting to smile.

	"I mean it. You want your cock sucked, you get your cock
sucked. You want your ass licked, you get your ass licked. I'm here to put
out for you. Have I made myself clear?"

	"Yes sir." Sam replied, grinning wide now.

	"Now first thing's first." Coach Jackson continued, leaning over
his seat. "I'm gonna teach you how to make out how real men make out. Come
here."

	He reached around and brought the kid's face up to his and pressed
their lips together gently. Instinct began to take over and immediately Sam
started to take control, pushing Dan's lips open with his tongue and
groaning.

	Dan moaned in response as this guy took the lead, his arms
massaging his back sensually to encourage him.

	"How am I doing, sir?" Sam asked, pulling back.

	"You're a fuckin' natural, kid." He reached out to grab Sam's arm
and brought it to the front of his jeans. "Now don't do this with every guy
you meet, but a cockslut like me likes a little persistence. You know, run
your hand around my ass and let me know you want in there. I swear,
cocksluts like me'll open right up for you. You just gotta-" He started
before Sam was back on him, silencing him with his lips crashing into his,
making out with him as he smoothly felt up and down Coach Jackson's ass
through his jeans.

	"Aw fuck, kid." Dan groaned as this guy felt him up. "Fuck, we
gotta move this inside before I jump you right here."

	Sam nodded and rearranged himself through his pants so that he
wouldn't show too much once they stepped out of the truck.

	"Jesus. . ." Coach Jackson muttered as he walked him up the front
steps, taking note of the obscene mound in the guy's pants. "I can't
believe I'm gonna take that tonight."

	"He said you'd say that." Sam laughed. "He said you'd be too
stubborn not to once you saw it though, sir."

	"Fuckin' Brad Williams. . ." Coach Jackson shook his head, laughing
as he fumbled for his keys. "Probably sitting back in his dorm room all
pleased with himself, relaxing while he whores my hole out to the biggest
cock he could find, the cocky little fucker."

	They stepped through the front door and Sam took a moment to look
around the place, but before he even finished inspecting the entryway Dan
Jackson had his arm around his neck, pulling him down on top of him on the
sofa.

	The sound of lips smacking against lips filled the room as they
hungrily made out with each other. Again, Sam's instincts took over and
before he knew what was happening his hand was under the muscleman's shirt,
running along the concrete abs underneath and pushing his shirt up.

	"Fuck, you're really gonna put the moves on me, aren't you, kid?"

	"Yes sir." Sam nodded, breathing in and out as he made out with
him.

	"I like that. I like that a lot." Coach Jackson replied, biting his
lip playfully.  "God, you're getting me so hot to give it up."

	Dan felt as the tall, lanky, kid on top of him reached down and
massaged up and down in between his ass cheeks. His hole pulsed at the
sensation.

	"Fuck kid, you keep doing that and I'm gonna want it in my pussy
before I've gotten a chance to treat you right and give you the best
fuckin' blow job you'll ever have." He reached up and easily pulled his
lanky frame down next to him and repositioned himself so that now he was on
top.

	Without wasting any time, he reached for the zipper and slowly
pulled down, meeting his gaze.

	"Jesus fucking Christ. . ." Dan muttered, seeing the huge indention
of the guy's cock laying down his thigh. He licked his lips as he imagined
finally getting a taste. He pulled down the pouch of Sam's briefs to
release it but they didn't stretch far enough, getting caught about two
inches too short.

	"Christ kid, you're so hung I can't even get you out of these
things!" Dan laughed, amazed. "Lift up."

	Sam hoisted himself up so that Dan could pull the briefs down,
finally stretching the elastic band enough to release the monstrous cock
inside.

	"Holy fuck, kid!" Dan marveled, absolutely in shock. There had to
be over a foot of flesh bobbing straight up in front of his face. He could
see it throb with each heartbeat.

	"Is it gonna be a problem, sir?" Sam asked, apologetically.

	"Oh kid. . . you and I are about to have some real fun." Dan said
as he took the meat in his hand and lowered his mouth down, taking the head
in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

	"Ah!" The guy winced, not used to the sensation of another person's
mouth working him over.

	"Jesus, do you always drip this much?" Dan asked, pulling off for a
second to enjoy a little bit of precum with his tongue.

	"Yes sir." He nodded. "I almost never have to use lube."

	"Yeah, well you're gonna be using lube now." Dan muttered, licking
up and down the shaft. "Can't believe I'm gonna have to take this thing."

	"You don't have to." Sam said, reassuring him. "I mean, I know I'm
big and all and this just feels so good and-"

	"Oh no you don't." Dan laughed. "I promised you you'd get the
works. You think this blowjob is good, you just wait, you lucky son of a
bitch." He went back to sucking his cock as he reached behind himself to
shove his shorts down.

	Sam gasped at the sight of the perfect orbs of Dan Jackson's ass as
he hungrily worked on his cock.

	"Here, kid." Dan said, hoisting himself up and crouching over him
so that his big, meaty ass was right in the guy's face. "Why don't you
tease me a little before I try and take this thing." He said, grabbing onto
the monstrous prick in front of him. "Now what you want to do is-"

	But before he could finish the thought Sam had pried open his
muscle cheeks eagerly and was lapping at his hole in a frenzy. "Jesus kid,
you really want a piece!"

	Sam responded by only tonguing his hole harder. He gripped Coach
Jackson's ass cheeks hard as he thrust his tongue in and out of him.

	"Ah fuck, you got me so hot to give it up." Dan huffed, feeling the
giant prick in his hand pulse as he said it. The poor kid was trying to
hump his hand he was so close. Precum was dripping down his fingers as his
tight grip held the giant cock up to his lips.

	"Mmmm. . ." Sam groaned as he kept tonguing the muscleman's
hole. Again, his cock surged, letting more and more precum drip out. Dan
knew this wasn't going to last long.

	"Keep doing what you're doing, kid. Fuck, you're a natural." Dan
said over his shoulder as he decided to go for broke and prepare himself
before fully impaling his throat down on the massive meat in front of him.

	"MMMM!!" Sam moaned uncontrollably as he fought to stop himself
from going over the edge. But Dan Jackson had other plans. He vibrated his
throat muscles as he sank up and down on it, leaving the poor kid
completely helpless but to start shooting his first load of the night up
against his tonsils, emitting a deep groan as he lapped hungrily at his
hole.

	Dan felt shot after shot of warm, eager cum hit the back of his
throat. He pulled off midshot so that he could get a good taste straight
from the tap, letting it pool on his tongue and then swirling it around his
mouth for good measure. As Sam continued to shoot, the sides of Dan's face
became covered in cum as he happily lapped each new shot with his tongue.

	Sam's head fell back against the couch, overwhelmed by the
sensations rolling through his body all at once.

	Dan started to lick around his lips to clean himself up but Sam
stopped him.

	"Actually sir, it's. . . ah, forget it." Sam blushed, bashfully.

	"What is it?"

	"It's kind of always been a fantasy of mine to fuck someone with my
load running down their face."

	Dan paused for a moment, thinking it over, as much as he wanted to
swallow it right now. "Well then that's exactly what you'll get."

	Sam looked up at him, failing to suppress an eager smile. "You'd
really do that for me, sir?"

	"'Course I will. I mean it kid, you're calling the shots. I'm here
to serve you, you understand me?"

	"I can't believe how good that was." He replied, catching his
breath from the amazing blowjob he had just received.

	Dan let him have a few seconds before he reached out and pulled the
kid up by his cock, gripping it hard in his hand and pulling him to the
bedroom. "You think you're tired now, kid, but we're just getting started."

	"Yes sir." Sam nodded, managing a slight grin across his face.

	Dan threw him onto the bed and reached into the bedside table to
pull out a tube of lube. "Hold out your hand." He grunted. He then
proceeded to squeeze a good amount over Sam's fingers and then turned
around so that his hole was presented proudly. "You got about forty seconds
to get me ready for you before I won't be able to help myself any fucking
longer." Dan muttered, gripping the mighty flesh with his hand. "I'm
conquering Everest tonight."

					-

	I walked across campus as the sun was starting to set after meeting
with one of my professors to go over some questions I had about my first
exam and kicked the grass under my feat frustrated. I'd studied my ass off
going over chapter after chapter but I still only managed to get a C. This
wasn't me. I expected more out of myself.  And to make matters worse, I
felt like I just wasn't fitting in.

	It wasn't like back in high school where if I was on the football
team I automatically had a whole big group of friends I could do stuff
with. I really missed the guys on the team. I was homesick. And I knew Brad
was going out tonight so I'd be all alone in the dorm room alone. I thought
about getting out my phone and texting him. I knew he'd be there for me if
I needed it. I knew he was so loyal that he'd drop whatever plans he had,
just to be there for me. So I decided not to bother him. Everyone has those
days, I guess. I could be mopey by myself. I didn't want to drag anyone
else into it.

	I wasn't used to feeling this way. I wasn't the type to get
homesick. Someone who packs up their life and moves across the world should
be tougher than this, right? Except there was a part of me that felt like
my world was back at home, not here. With Mr. Williams. I thought about
what he was doing right now. I smiled to myself as I walked across the
grass, thinking about him. Mike Williams. Probably in bed already with a
good book. His eyes darting across the page under his reading glasses, not
realizing how sexy he was. Making that little sigh he does when he's up too
late reading but he just can't make himself put down that book just yet.

	I daydreamed about the man I loved as I walked up the steps to our
dorm, smiling to myself. I hope he felt me right now thinking about
him. Feeling just how much I-

	I stopped dead in my tracks. Mike Williams was sitting at our door,
his head laying on his knees, dozing.

	I could barely control myself.

	"What are you doing here!?" I gasped, trying to keep my voice down.

	His eyes opened, blinking rapidly as he adjusted to the light.

	"Well there you are." He smiled, letting me help him pull himself
up, leaning in to kiss me.

	The second our lips touched I felt like I was home again. It was so
comforting to know that just when I needed him most, Mike Williams was
here.

	After what felt like ages, I finally pulled back, not even able to
help the fact that I had tears rolling down my face.

	"Well I didn't mean to make you cry!" He laughed, wrapping his arms
around me, tightly.

	"It's not that." I sniffed, wiping my eyes, smiling. "I just. . ."
I sighed. "I just really needed you here tonight. And here you are."

	"Come here." He smiled, kissing me and pulling me closer to him.

	We stayed like that, just enjoying each other's touch. Right there
in the hallway. Even smelling him made me feel so happy I could cry all
over again. And I don't cry.

"I quit my job." He said quietly, rubbing his head against mine.

	"You what?" I laughed, still overcome with emotion.

	"Can we take this inside? I've been out in this hallway for over
three hours!" He laughed, cracking his knuckles and stretching.

	"Yeah, sure." I said, taking out my keys and unlocking the
door. "Tell me everything."

	He collapsed on the sofa exhaustedly. "I'm so happy I can finally
tell you about all this, Ollie. I wanted to tell you over the phone but
there was so much going on that was out of my control and I just couldn't
let you and Brad in on it until I knew for sure."

	"Out with it already!" I laughed, pacing around the room with
excitement.

	"Remember a couple months ago when I told you a company was looking
at buying my software?"

	"Mmhm." I nodded.

	"Well. . . they did."

	I waited.

	"And even more than that, they want me to oversee their development
at their main branch. Here. . . in Los Angeles."

	I couldn't even say anything, hoping this wasn't a dream.

	"Say something, Ollie!" He laughed, trying to see where my head was
at.

	"I- I can't. . ." I could barely get the words out.

	"You can't what?"

	"Say anything! It's all so-"

	"Crazy, right?" He finished for me.

	"Yeah, crazy is a good word for it."

	"But in a good way. . . right?" He asked, delicately.

	"In a wonderful way!" I yelled excitedly, sitting next to him on
the couch and taking his hand in mine.

	"I feel really good about this, Ollie. I-" He started to say,
before we could hear keys outside the door as it began to open.

	"Hey brother, I left my wallet at John's, so do you think you could
spot me a couple- DAD??" Brad gasped as he stepped through the door,
stopping in his tracks.

	"Hey son." Mr. Williams grinned, turning to him.

	"What are you doing here?" Brad grinned excitedly, rushing over to
his dad to give him a big bear hug. He looked at me as they hugged each
other. "Ollie, did you know about this?"

	"I still can't believe it." I laughed, watching the two of
them. "Tell him, Mike."

	Mr. Williams took a deep breath, looking his son over. "So I
uhhh. . . I kind of quit my job today."

	Brad pulled back from him, immediately changing his demeanor. "Do
Ollie and I have to drop out now?"

	"What? No!"

	"Well I don't know, it just felt like something I should ask." Brad
laughed. "Okay, tell us more."

	"I sold my software."

	"Alright!" Brad cheered, high fiving him. "So it's not that we have
to drop out, it's that we get to!"

	"Shut up, son." Mr. Williams laughed. "No one's dropping out of
school. In fact. . . I was just telling Ollie. I'm. . . well. . . there's
really no easy way to say this. I got a new job and it's here. . . in Los
Angeles."

	"Here?" Brad asked, thinking about it for a moment. "You'd be
moving here?"

	"Pretty lame having your old man crashing your time in college,
huh?"

	"Dad, I think it's great!"

	"You really mean that, son? It's not, I don't know. . . invasive?"

	"Since when have you and I ever had any boundary issues, Dad?"

	"I guess you have a point."

	"So when is all this happening?" I asked.

	"Well the negotiation is pretty much over and done with. I signed a
contract. The paperwork should be wrapping up sometime tomorrow, and I
guess I'll be moving up here by the end of the month. It's all happening a
little fast." He turned to Brad. "You sure you're okay with all of this,
son?"

	"I think it's fantastic, Dad, why wouldn't it be?"

	"It's just that Sacramento's been your home all of your life. It
must be hard for you to process all of this so fast."

	"I'll miss it, yeah. But my home is here now. I mean I probably see
mom more now when she's here on business than I did back in
Sacramento. There's-" He said, sighing. "There's really only one part of my
life that I care about left there."

	"Yeah, I know, son." Mr. Williams said, rubbing his back,
paternally. "This should make you feel better, though. I know you've been
missing Dan a lot, and it's been hard for him to find the time to make the
drive up here and back home with football season going on and everything."

	"Yeah?"

	"I guess it's a good thing I negotiated in my contract to have the
four of us be able to fly back and forth anywhere in-state free of charge
then, isn't it?"

	"You what?" Brad grinned, excited.

	"Dan's idea." He smiled. "He made sure he was the first name on
that list. `Getting laid on the company dime', I think is how he so
eloquently put it."

	"Yeah, that definitely sounds like something he'd say." I laughed.

	"I can't believe this!" Brad said, "What kind of company is this
cool, anyway?"

	"Well, that's the thing." Mr. Williams said, shifting a
little. "Ever heard of a company called `Foster Electronics'?"

	"No way." I interjected.

	"Is this for real?" Brad asked, skeptically.

	"I promise you, I signed the paperwork and everything. Believe it
or not, I'm good at what I do. I'm confident I would have gotten this job
even if I didn't have an. . . "in" with the boss."

	Brad sat there for a moment, not saying anything. He reached for
his phone.

	"Brad, what are you doing?" I asked, not liking where this was
going.

	The line answered on the first ring.

	"Brad Williams. . ." Greg Foster's voice said, from the speaker. "I
can be anywhere you want in 10 minutes. I now carry lube in the car and in
my wallet at all times, so you never-"

	"This isn't a booty call, Mr. F. I'm still at school. You're on
speaker with Ollie and my Dad."

	"Greg." Mike greeted him, laughing.

	"Oh. . ." The man replied, clearly traumatized. "Listen, I can
explain-"

	"I just wanted you to say one thing out in the open, and I want my
dad to hear it."

	"Yes. . .?" He replied, nervously.

	"I want you to say it right here in front of everyone that you
hired my dad because he's qualified and because he'd be a kickass part of
your company."

	"Brad, you don't have to-" Mr. Williams reassured him, blushing.

	"Well, yes. He would be." The man answered.

	"And the reason you hired him is because you're smart enough to
know that. Not because you get off on putting out for a 19 year-old who
happens to be his son."

	Mr. Foster sighed. "Mike Williams's name was brought up to me by my
board of directors. Believe it or not, I'm the CEO of a Fortune 500 company
because I'm good at my job, and not because I think with my-" He started
before he caught himself.

	Brad turned his head, not expecting this. "Was that a little bit of
an attitude I just heard, cockslut?"

	"N-no!" Mr. Foster panicked, immediately backtracking. "It's- it's
just. . ." He got quieter for a second. "I keep hoping every time there's a
knock on my door it's you walking through my office telling me to get on my
knees and making me suck your cock. I can only jack off thinking about it
for so long. . ."

	Mr. Williams and I looked at each other, trying not to make the
other laugh.

	"You do realize my dad just heard everything you just said, right,
Mr. F?"

	"Yes." Greg Foster stated, unapologetically.

	"Don't worry, Mr. F." Brad smirked. "You'll be on your knees
sucking me off sooner rather than later."

	"Please. . ." The man whimpered pitifully into the line.

	Mr. Williams rolled his eyes at his son, gesturing for him to wrap
it up.

	"One last order of business to attend to before I hang up." Brad
added.

	"Anything,"

	"Whatever salary you agreed to in my dad's contract. You're going
to triple it."

	Mr. Williams looked like he was going to kill him, trying to grab
the phone from him.

	Greg Foster was silent on the other end of the line, until we heard
him take a deep intake of breath.

	"Done."

	Brad just laughed in response. "I already told you, Mr. F. I don't
fuck people for money. I just wanted you to admit to yourself that you'd do
it. My dad is perfectly capable of fighting his own battles. You're lucky
to have him."

	Mr. Williams looked like it was taking everything in him not to
jump out of a window right now.

	"Gotta run, Mr. F." Brad said, yawning. "Keep that CEO pussy nice
and tight for me just how I like it."

	He hung up the call and stretched casually, as if nothing out of
the ordinary had just occurred.

	Mr. Williams rubbed his temple with his hand. "Rather than spend
the next 20 minutes chewing your head off for that little stunt you pulled,
what do you boys say I make us some dinner?"

	"Oh, yes please." I nodded.

	"God, I miss your cooking." Brad agreed.

	"Alright." Mr. Williams said, getting up and heading over to the
kitchen. "What do we have in here, anyway?" He rubbed is hands together
hungrily before opening the fridge.

	Inside, a month-old left-over peanut butter and jelly sandwich and
about a dozen half-empty containers of Gatorade looked back at us.

	"Well then." Mr. Williams sighed. "I guess I'm taking us out
tonight."

	"I'll drive." Brad nodded, grabbing his keys.

"Oh, and one last thing, son." Mr. Williams said as we followed him out the
door.

	"Yeah, Dad?"

	"I'm the new guy starting out at one of the biggest companies in
California. Try not to refer to the new boss as `cockslut' in front of my
new colleagues? I'm not sure that would be the best look for me."

	"Don't worry, Dad." Brad smirked. "I'll make sure the only time I
refer to your CEO as a cockslut is behind closed doors in his office when
he's on his knees proving it to me."

						-

	Dan Jackson groaned as his latest conqueror slid two fingers in and
out of his hole as they made out with each other. "Fuck kid, you got me
wide open for you." He huffed, letting Sam's tongue roam around his mouth
as he got him prepared for his massive rod. He reached behind him to get a
good feel at what he was about to let inside of him. "God damn, you're a
fucking monster."

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex for the first time." Sam mumbled,
kissing him as he continued to work the muscleman over with his fingers.

"You're getting the real deal tonight, kid." Dan muttered. "Full fucking
treatment."

"I can't thank you enough for this, sir."

"You don't have to thank me for shit.. Fuck, giving this pussy up so a hung
stud like you can train and learn how to fuck. . . . Shit, I feel proud to
be the lucky son of a bitch to break you in." He massaged the head of Sam's
cock as he felt the immense length of the shaft. "You could fuck a hundred
men after me but I'll always be the guy who broke you in. The guy to show
you the ropes. How to be a man." His hole pulsed at the thought around the
digits moving inside of him. "I can't wait any fuckin longer. I want it
now."

"But you said you needed at least three fingers before-"

"What the fuck did I just say?" Coach Jackson fired back. "I said I want it
now, now are you gonna sit there and argue with me or are you gonna fuck
the shit out of me?"

"Okay." Sam said, grinning excitedly.

"What position do you want me in, kid?"

"Well, I don't know. I don't really know much-"

"This is your night. You call the shots here. Do you want your first fuck
face to face or on my knees?"

Sam scratched the back of his head nervously, his massive cock throbbing in
anticipation. "I guess I always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck
someone doggy, sir."

"Well then that's exactly what you're gonna get." Dan grunted,
repositioning himself so that his giant muscle ass was out and spread.

Sam could barely contain himself at the sight of it.

"Now listen to exactly the fuck I say." Coach Jackson muttered, getting
comfortable. "You're going to lube up that cock of yours and you're going
to push into my pussy until you're balls deep."

"Won't it hurt, sir?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" Coach Jackson fired back. "This is about you, not
me. I'm a cockslut, and a damned good one. The best. I fuckin adjust to
your needs, not the other way around. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Then what the fuck is the hold up? Because I-" He stopped as he felt the
mammoth head line up with his hole. "Ah shit." He muttered, bracing himself
for what was coming.

"GAAAAHH!" Dan bellowed as his hole stretched around the fat head of Sam's
cock, letting the first few inches in until he stopped pressing forward.

"Are you okay, sir?" Sam asked, still.

"I'm okay." Dan panted, trying to stay strong. "Keep going, kid. I promise
I won't break."

Sam nodded and pressed forward, sinking another few inches in and feeling
Coach Jackson's hole twitching around him trying to accommodate him.

"FUUCK!" Dan yelled, pounding his fist into the mattress, willing himself
to open up. He had never attempted to take a cock this big. In both girth
and length. This was truly one for the record books.  "Jesus!" He shouted
as another couple of inches continued in.

"You're- you're cumming, sir?" Sam asked, incredulously as he brushed his
hand under the mountainous man.

"I'm what?" Coach Jackson panted, closing his eyes, wincing.

"You shot all over the bedspread."

Coach Jackson opened his eyes and looked down. Sure enough, there was a
healthy load of fresh cum splattered around the bedspread, a thick strand
still attached to his soft cock hanging down below him.

"Well I'll be damned. . ." He muttered, shaking his head grinning.

"Does that not usually happen?"

"Oh it does." Dan replied. "Just not usually like that. And definitely not
that fast."  "Should I keep going?"

Dan Jackson leaned back to look him in the eyes. "I want to feel those bull
balls of yours on my taint in 10 seconds, you understand me?"

Sam gave him a grin. "Yes sir."

Dan held his gaze and willed himself not to yell out as inch after inch of
thick cock sank into him. Just when he thought he couldn't take another
millimeter, he looked behind him and saw that he still had several inches
left to go.

"Jesus fucking Christ, kid."

"Almost there." Sam replied, determined to get all the way inside of him.

	"Just do it."

	"Are you sure?"

	"DO IT!"

	"AAARGHH!" Coach Jackson yelled out as he became fully impaled on
over a foot of thick cock.

	Sam leaned over across his back and kissed the back of his neck
patiently. "It's okay. It's all done. I'm all the way in now."

	Coach Jackson turned to look at him and gave an exhausted
grin. "You're gonna be the death of me, kid." He laughed. "But you're sure
as fuck gonna get your money's worth. Go on."

	Sam stared to thrust gently in and out, his eyes rolling into the
back of his head as he relished the sensation of actually fucking someone
go through his body.

	"That's it, kid." Coach Jackson nodded, focusing only on opening up
for him and letting him have his hole. "You're gonna enjoy every second
you're in this pussy, understand?"

	"Yes sir." Sam nodded gratefully, leaning down to kiss
him. "Fuuuuuuck, sir."

	"How's that feel? Everything you wanted it to be?"

	"So much more. This feels better than anything I ever could have
hoped for."

	"Fuck, it's starting to get that way for me, too." Coach Jackson
muttered, reaching down to start playing with himself. "God damn, each time
you pull out like that I swear you're trying to take my hole with you!"

	"Do I need to slow down?" Sam asked, gently thrusting in and out.

	"Nah, I can take it." Coach Jackson muttered, spreading his legs
wider to give him complete access to his hole. "Go on. Enjoy it."

	The eager guy pressed forward, really starting to get into the
sensations he was experiencing.

	"Ah fuck, that thing's so big it's gonna milk me from the inside."
Coach Jackson groaned as the giant slab of meat slid up and down against
his prostate. He removed his hand from his cock so he wouldn't blow too
fast, his cock dripping steadily at each thrust his fucker made into him.

	He felt as Sam's thrust grew harder and harder. "Goddamn, kid,
easy!"

	The look in Sam's eye was sheer determination as he went for his
nut, slamming into the muscleman with deep, powerful strokes.

	"GAAH!" Coach Jackson groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure as
over a foot of thick cock was rammed in and out of him over and over again
at an unrelenting pace. "Fuck, you're not gonna let up until you get your
nut, are you, kid?"

	"No sir." Sam grunted in response, his eyes closing as he neared
the edge, the sound of him slamming into the mountainous man filling the
room as his pace increased.

	"Ah fuck, well then I'm gonna get mine, too." Coach Jackson
grimaced as he took his own rock hard cock back into his hand and started
to jack himself off as furiously as the guy was fucking him.

	"Can I cum inside of you, sir?" Sam asked, panting, his eyes boring
into the man beneath him.

	"You fuckin better."

	"I'm- I'm gonna-!" Sam yelled, slamming into him as he started
shooting what felt like a mammoth load inside of the giant muscleman.

	Dan Jackson felt each pulse the massive cock inside of him made as
he was inseminated, feeling both fully and painfully impaled while at the
same time knowing he wouldn't have it any other way.

	At once the hard, determined look on the shy country boy's face
faded away and his nurturing, innocent demeanor was back, leaning down to
kiss the man underneath him gently.

	"Fuck kid, you really let loose back there." Coach Jackson laughed,
sighing. "For a minute there I thought you were gonna tear me apart."

	"Sorry sir." Sam replied faintly as he gently pulled out,
collapsing on the pillow next to him.

	"Don't you fuckin apologize for one thing, you hear me? A cock like
that should be treated right, and damn it, I'll be the poor sucker who
makes sure it gets it."

	"If it's any consolation, I was given clear instructions to not go
easy on you." Sam laughed.

	"Ah, Williams, that little fucker." Coach Jackson grinned, shaking
his head. "I can just picture the cocksure son of a bitch talking you
fellas up, revving you up to get into my pussy and then sitting back while
I'm the poor sucker who actually has to take it."

	"He also said it'd be alright if I went back for seconds or
whatever I wanted. He said you'd be good for it."

	"Oh he did, did he?" Coach Jackson smirked, sighing, exhausted.

	At that moment he felt the mattress next to him slope down as the
shy country boy positioned himself over him, kicking Coach Jackson's legs
apart as he lined his still-inflated mammoth cock back at his hole.

	"Fuck kid, you mean right now?"

	"Yes sir." Sam replied, the animalistic, hungry look quickly
returning to his face.

	"And I suppose there's no use in trying to convince you to give me
a quick power nap to let me recover some?" Dan asked, bracing himself for
another ride.

	"No sir." Sam stated, clearly not taking no for an answer.

"Ah fuck, well I guess there's no use in trying to convince you otherwise."
Coach Jackson sighed, willingly spreading his legs further to give him
complete access to his hole. "Enjoy it, kid."

				-

At about a quarter to 6, Dan Jackson woke up before his alarm went off, the
snoozing country boy breathing in and out softly next to him.

He scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head as he relived the
previous night in his mind. His hole pulsed at the thought and he
immediately winced, feeling sore and raw from the relentless pounding he'd
taken from the seemingly reserved, shy kid sleeping next to him.

He thought about the sheer size of what he had taken the previous
night. He'd had his doubts initially but man, did he put out like a
champ. This kid wanted the full experience, and damn it, he received the
full experience. Dan Jackson's status as a capable, insatiable cockslut had
been defended. And he was pretty damn proud of that.

Fuck, even beneath the sheet he could see the outline of this kid's cock
laying across his leg. It wasn't even hard. Before he could help himself,
the muscleman reached his hand underneath the sheet and wrapped his hand
around it, bringing it to his lips, almost as if he were compelled to do
it.

His tongue traced around the head, feeling the blood rush to it as it began
to fill up.

	Sam's eyes slowly opened as he awoke from his slumber, groaning as
Coach Jackson pleasured him with his mouth.

	The two looked at each other, not feeling the need to speak, just
enjoying what the other had to offer.

	Coach Jackson felt a hand trace across his back and down to his
hole, pushing in softly.

	He backed off of the cock he'd been working on. "I'm a little sore
down there, as you can imagine. Was kind of hoping you'd let me get by with
just sucking you off this morning."

	"I'll be real gentle, I promise." Sam pressed innocently, putting
on the charm hard.

	"Ah fuck kid, you're pretty fuckin hard to say no to, you know
that?"

	"It's just you've treated me real nice and everything and I just
wanted one last time, you know? I'm not sure when the next time will be, on
account of my size and all."

	Coach Jackson winced a little as Sam's finger gently pushed through
his opening, still sore from last night's treatment, but instantly wanting
to put out for the kid because he deserved it.

	"What do you say, sir? Will you let me get some more hole off you
again before I have to go?"

	He felt the giant cock in his hands seemingly inflating bigger and
bigger with each passing second. Though he'd definitely be feeling it for
the next few days, he couldn't deny that it was turning him on like no
other having this shy, overly polite 19 year-old wanting in his pussy
again.

	He thought about Brad Williams and all the effort he put into
setting this all up in the first place. Being all proud of his cockslut
boyfriend for putting out like only a true cockslut could.

	"What do you say, sir? Will you let me have it just one more time
before I have to go?" The shy country boy asked, blushing as he traced
along the muscleman's opening gently with his finger.

	He looked the kid up and down as he continued to work him over. Not
an ounce of muscle on the guy. And here Dan Jackson was, the absolute
epitome of brute strength and masculinity. Countless hours every week in
the gym to maintain his perfect form, whereas the only thing this kid had
to do was be born with over a foot of cock between his legs. It pissed him
off that all this skinny son of a bitch had to do was pull his dick out and
musclestuds like himself would put out for him. But recognizing this only
turned him on more. No matter how sore he would be tomorrow, it was his
duty, no, his honor to put out for a cock like this. An immense sense of
pride came over the giant man as he thought about how honorable it was to
train a hung kid like this how to fuck so cocksluts like him could reap the
rewards. There was almost a paternal element to it. Handing over the reins
to the next generation. It meant a great deal to him that he would have a
part in that.

	"Come here, kid." Coach Jackson muttered, standing up and tossing
him the lube to catch. "I'm gonna teach you how a man likes his tits teased
while you're using his hole. You're gonna fuck me on the living room floor
this time, you lucky, hung son of a bitch. I told you you'd get the full
experience, and damn it, that's what you're gonna get." He headed out to
the hall, his big meaty ass cheeks bouncing as he walked. He turned around,
expectantly. "You coming or not?"

	A slow grin spread across Sam's face. "Yes sir."
					-

	Dan Jackson sat at the kitchen table and poured some fresh coffee
into his mug as he heard the shower finally turn off and his bull-dicked
country friend emerge from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his
waist. Droplets of water ran down his torso as he walked over to his
clothes, not an ounce of body fat to cause any resistance. He sat there and
crossed his arms as he looked him over.

	"Here, kid." Dan said, writing his number down on a loose piece of
paper from the kitchen counter. "This is my cell number. We're gonna put
some muscle on you over the next few months. Gonna have the body match that
monster of yours."

	"You really mean it, sir?" Sam replied, grateful.

	"I might be out of my fuckin mind not turning that monster of yours
onto some other poor fucker but I know I'm gonna want a piece of that cock
of yours again and damn it, I'm gonna turn you into the biggest stud around
by the time I'm finished with you."

"I really can't thank you enough for this."

"Don't thank me, just do exactly what the fuck I say and when the fuck I
say it. I tell you to eat more protein, you eat more protein. I tell you to
do 10 more crunches, I expect 15. Are we clear?"

"And you'll keep letting me have sex with you, right?" Sam questioned,
bashfully.

"Fuck kid, you're just about as persistent as another horny fucker I know."
Coach Jackson laughed. "If you want to get laid, you'll have to earn
it. You give me 110% and I'll make sure you have all the pussy you
need. But let me tell you now, it won't be easy. Are you sure you're ready
to take something like this on?"

"Well gosh, sir, I'd do just about anything to look like you." He replied,
admiring the giant man's rippling muscles.

"Ah, let's start with just getting you over a hundred pounds, alright?"
Coach Jackson laughed.

"I promise I'll work real hard." Sam assured him, wiping himself off. "I'm
just grateful to keep getting the chance to fuck you, sir." He finished
drying his body and let the towel drop to the floor, his giant cock not
even hard, but still bigger than anything Coach Jackson had ever seen.

The giant man shook his head, with a laugh. "God help me. . ."

***

Be sure to check back for chapter 45 posted this same time next week! I got
a lot of writing done these past few days and I figured if I posted them
together, people might accidentally skip the first one. Happy holidays,
guys!