Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 02:23:55 +0000 (UTC) From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com> Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 46 It really means a lot to me when you guys take the time out of your day to let me know you're still enjoying the story. It truly makes my day and makes me want to get these chapters out even faster. jhtravus@yahoo.com Follow me on tumblr so you can be notified when a new chapter is published, sneak-peaks, and other fun, naughty stuff. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jhtravus-gay-fiction I think Chapter 50 will be a good stopping point (for now) so I can work on different stories I have in my head. Horny Exchange Student never truly has to "end", so I can always pick it back up sometime in the future. Look for Chapter 47 to be up this same time next week! Chapter 46 For the entire ride home from the airport there was no keeping them off each other. The second we got in the car you could hear Brad's head hitting the window as Coach Jackson leapt onto him, pinning him against the car door as Mr. Williams started to back out of the parking garage. "Jesus, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed, checking on them with his rear-view mirror. "You're going to give him a concussion!" Coach Jackson just ignored him as he slipped his tongue into his athlete's mouth, reaching out to grab onto his hands and guiding them to his ass and letting him feel him up. "Fuck kid, do you even know how good you're getting laid this weekend?" He huffed, pulling on his athlete's lip with his teeth. "I'm gonna be so deep inside of you tomorrow night. . ." Brad replied, kissing him and grabbing at his muscle ass, turned on. "Tomorrow night." The giant man muttered. "And this afternoon. And tonight. And then again before bed. And then again in bed." Brad pulled away, looking at him. "Coach, you know I can't fuck you until tomorrow night." "Why the fuck not, Williams?" Coach Jackson fired back, angry. "Because. . ." Brad said, leaning over to resume making out with him. "You know I've got the big homecoming game tomorrow." Coach Jackson pushed him off of him, holding him back. "You're telling me I came all this way and I'm not getting fucked for another-" He looked at his watch. "28 hours?" "Well. . . yeah." Brad shrugged, trying to sound sympathetic. "Trust me, Coach, it's not going to be easy for me, either." "I don't fuckin believe this." Coach Jackson pouted, sitting back in his seat, angry. "For weeks all I could fuckin think about was putting out for that jock cock. And here it is 3 feet away from me and the arrogant prick is telling me I can't have it?" Mr. Williams couldn't help but laugh. "Who knows, Dan, maybe the two of you will have to actually talk to each other instead of just getting to the good stuff." "You keep your mouth shut, Mike." Coach Jackson retorted, eyeing his athlete. "Cocky little fucker sitting there all pleased with himself knowing how hot I am for him. . . Shit, I feel like a fucking nun having to keep my legs closed." "Trust me, Dan, no one in their right mind is every going to confuse you for someone like that." Mr. Williams replied, looking over his shoulder before meeting my eye with a smile. "Look Coach, I was hoping to have you itching for it as bad I will be tomorrow but if you really need to get fucked I could let one of my buddies have your hole until then." "I don't fuckin want any of your pals babysitting me, Williams. I want you. I was told there would be plenty of jock cock for me this weekend and damn it I'm holding you to that." "Hey." Brad said, leaning in to kiss him. "Tomorrow night your pussy is going to be so sore you won't want to see me for weeks, alright?" "Aw fuck, Williams." Coach Jackson whined, accepting his athlete's tongue into his mouth. "You can't say things like that, alright? You're making me wet just thinking about you wanting in my pussy." "Just you and me. Tomorrow night. I've been saving all my loads for you." Brad said into his ear, nibbling on it gently. "FUCK!" Coach Jackson cursed, frustrated, pulling away from him and crossing his arms. "I swear if you don't cut that shit out I'm gonna jump you right here." "Yeah, Coach?" Brad taunted him, bringing his lips right up against his. "Try me." "Alright you two." Mr. Williams laughed, pulling them back into reality. "Could you at least wait until we're off the highway? You guy are going to distract all the drivers." "Fuckin cockblock." Coach Jackson muttered, rolling his eyes. "From what I hear, you're not getting any cock for me to block in the first place, Dan." Mr. Williams countered, smiling my way. "You keep that smart talk up and I'll make you and Africa fuck me instead, Mike." "Wouldn't be the first time." I said with a smirk. "GOD DAMNIT!" Coach Jackson yelled, pounding his fist into the seat cushion, frustrated. "You fuckers are all riling me up and not giving me any cock to get my aggression out!" "Glad to have you back, Dan." Mr. Williams grinned with a wink. Brad reached out to slip his hand under the muscleman's shirt to get a good feel of his concrete muscles inside. "Just think how good it will be when I'm in your pussy tomorrow night, Coach. It will be worth the wait." "It fuckin better be. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, sitting back and looking out the window with a pout. - For the rest of the afternoon everyone managed to behave themselves. It was so nice having the four of us back together again. It finally felt like home again. Mr. Williams started making dinner as the three of us started to put groceries up into the fridge. I had to laugh. Brad's and my tiny little suite suited the two of us just fine, but the four of us crammed in here just seemed impossible. At least we had our own bedroom and bathroom. Though not much else. "See, just as I fuckin thought." Coach Jackson said, looking the kitchen over. "Not a damn vegetable or natural protein in sight. Williams, I expected this kind of shit from you, but what's your excuse, Africa? I was counting on you to keep this knucklehead in check." "Junk food just tastes so much better?" I shrugged. "Yeah well I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, because you two idiots are going to be eating a lot healthier from now on." He said, rounding up a couple of unopened bags of Doritios. "Not that I disagree with you, Dan, but how exactly are you planning on making that happen?" Mr. Williams implored him. "I spent four years telling this kid what to do. And the fucker knows if he wants to keep getting pussy off me then he won't fuck up his college football career by skipping the fifteen and going for the `freshman forty'." Brad lifted up his shirt to show off his abs. "Does this look like a freshman forty situation to you, Coach?" Coach Jackson practically licked his lips at the sight, unable to even think of anything to say. "The chips stay, Coach." Brad smirked, opening one up and popping a few in his mouth before heading to his room. "Cocky little fucker. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, absentmindedly running his hand along his growing mound in his shorts. "Gets me every time." - After getting home late that night from his last football practice before the big game, Brad Williams found the burly Coach Jackson laying down in bed with the tv on. "I like seeing you in here, Coach." Brad smiled, grabbing the remote and turning it off, laying down next to him. He leaned over and kissed him, reaching around to cop a feel of the muscleman's big, meaty ass. "I guess I should probably take a shower." He said, pulling away. "Don't you fuckin move, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted, pulling him back down and rolling on top of him, making out with him. "I forgot how much you like it when I'm sweaty like this." Brad laughed, running his hands along the big, round cheeks of his ass. "Like you wouldn't fuckin believe." Coach Jackson groaned, lifting his athlete's arm up and taking a deep whiff, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He brought his hand to the waistline of his signature slutty wind shorts and slowly started pulling them down. "Nuh uh uh." Brad shook his head, kissing him. "I know, Williams, no fooling around until tomorrow night." Coach Jackson nodded, accepting his athlete's tongue in his mouth. "I'll be good, I promise." "Mmhmm. . . " Brad replied, skeptically, wondering where this was going. Coach Jackson slipped his shorts off, his rock-hard cock slapping against his abs with a thud. "Fuck, Williams. . ." He whined, reaching down to play with himself. "You got me so hot to give it up for you." "See Coach, I really should just go take a shower." "Stay here with me, kid." The giant man said softly, kissing him. "I don't know if I can trust myself around you, Coach." Brad sighed, biting the man's lip, playfully. "Come on, Williams, I know you want it just a bad as I do. . ." Coach Jackson whined, bringing his athlete's fingers to his hole, letting him get a good feel of what he was offering. "We'll be fast, I promise." "Of course I want it, Coach. But I can't." Brad replied, half-heartedly, trying not to give into temptation. "I owe it to the team to be in my best form tomorrow. You know I play better when I've got all my hormones raging like this." "God damn it, Williams, the only reason you play like that is because I trained you that way, and the only fuckin reason I trained you that way is because I didn't want you focusing on trying to schmooze those fuckin prude cheerleaders instead of concentrating on winning me those games. Come on, kid, this is different. You've already sealed the deal. You got me here with my legs wide open for you, begging you to let me put out for you. You've already done all the work." He kissed up and down his athlete's neck. "I swear, no one has to know." By now Coach Jackson had the lube in his hand, and he was slicking his opening up, trying to entice him. "Come on, Williams. . ." The giant man begged. "Just think how long it's been since you've been in this pussy. Just think how much you've wanted it. It's right here in front of you, waiting for you to take it." He slowly unzipped his athlete's jeans, taking a hold of the cock he so desperately craved inside. "Stop, Coach." Brad pulled away, trying to concentrate on anything other than doing everything going through his mind right now. "Everyone on the team made a promise-" "What if you let me get just the tip in?" Coach Jackson asked, not even caring how desperate he sounded. "Come on, just the tip. I promise." He was slowly running his hand up and down the shaft, mesmerized by it. "That's the oldest trick in the book, Coach." Brad laughed, loving the effect he was having on the burly man. "God damn it!" Coach Jackson yelled, frustrated. "How the fuck am I supposed to sleep without getting off when you've got me so hot to give it up like this?" Brad took a good look at him and grinned. "You know, I never really agreed that I couldn't get someone else off." "Yeah, and what the fuck does that mean?" Coach Jackson retorted, angrily. "It means shut up already and lean back, Coach." Brad said, pushing him down and leaning over him, kissing him. "Williams, if this is just one big fuckin cocktease, I swear-" "What part of the phrase `shut up' have you never been able to understand, Coach?" Brad asked, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. "Make me shut up then, Williams." Coach Jackson taunted him, pounding his chest. "Quit being such a pussy and fuck me already!" "I'm not going to fuck you, Coach. No matter how hard you whine." "Well then quit dicking me around then!" Coach Jackson fired back, hotly. Brad reached his hand down and took hold of the giant man's beer-can cock, the precum running down his fingers. "You don't want me to dick you around like this, Coach?" "Aww fuck. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, kissing him roughly as he was being jacked off by his athlete. "God I missed you, Coach." Brad whispered, pulling at his lip with his teeth, sweetly. He continued to jack the giant muscleman off with deep strokes. "I love you so much. You know that?" "God, I love you too, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered, reaching up to tease his nipples as he was being worked over. "You know I'd be putting out for you every day if I could. Every fuckin day, you'd be getting that jock cock of yours treated the way you fuckin deserve." "I know, Coach." Brad nodded, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. "Aw fuck, Williams, I-" Coach Jackson began, thrusting his hips up to start to fuck his athlete's fist. "What is it, Coach? Tell me what you need." "Reach down and play with my pussy a little." The giant man whimpered. "You got me so fuckin close. . ." Brad complied, wetting his other hand with his tongue and teasing the first two fingers into the man's opening, causing him to groan audibly. "Aw fuck Williams, right fuckin there. . ." Coach Jackson moaned, kissing him deeply. The way the man's hole was pulsing around his fingers, Brad could tell just how desperate he was to get fucked. And it was taking everything in him to not rip his clothes off right now and give it to him. But he couldn't. And if he couldn't, he was going to make sure Dan Jackson got the most mindblowing orgasm he could give him instead. "N-no!" Coach Jackson cautioned him, tensing up. "What is it, Coach?" Brad asked, concerned; slowing his pace. "You just feel so fuckin good, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered, lapping at his athlete's lips with his tongue, gratefully. Brad looked deep into the giant man's eyes as he slowly added a third finger, causing him to breath in deeply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Tell me what you need, Coach." Brad implored him, wanting to please him with every fiber of his being. "You're doing everything right, Williams. Good boy. Just like that." Brad could feel all of the precum running down the man's shaft like a faucet, telling him he must be doing something right. Coach Jackson's laps with his tongue on his lips grew more and more urgent as Brad took him to a new level of pleasure, moving his fingers around in a circular motion to prod at the giant man's prostate with each stroke. "Aw fuck, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, trying not to send himself over the edge. "Do it, Coach. Cum for me. You know you want to." Brad encouraged him, going faster. "I'm not gonna be able to stop it, kid." Coach Jackson replied, weakly. "You're gonna milk it right outta me." "I want to see it, Coach. Show me how bad you've wanted to turn this pussy over to me, just like you are right now." "Aw fuck, Williams, you're gonna bring me off if you keep doing that!" "Do it, Coach. There's no use in trying to resist it. I'm pulling this load right out of you whether you like it or not." "Aw fuck. . . I'm- I'm!" The giant man whimpered, wrapping his lips around his athlete's before groaning involuntarily and starting to erupt, coating his hand in a warm, creamy white load. "That's it, Coach." Brad nodded, kissing him passionately. "Give it up." "It's all yours, Williams." Coach Jackson nodded as his orgasm pulsed through him, his toes curling. "Fuck, you know it's yours." "I know, Coach." Brad replied, thrusting his tongue into the giant man's mouth as he road out his orgasm. "No matter what I'm doing, you just can't help but cum through your pussy when I'm in charge of it, can you?" "Only you, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson whimpered. "No one else can make me cum like you can." "I know, Coach." Brad nodded, pulling at his lip as he slowly started to withdraw his probing fingers. He circled around the man's opening, patting it possessively as they made out. He brought his cum-coated hand to Coach Jackson's face and presented it to him. The man eagerly extended his tongue, lapping up the excess manspunk in between his fingers and swallowing gratefully. They rest their heads against one another as they caught their breath. Despite his sweaty attire and previous desire to go shower, Brad Williams felt so comfortable lying here next to the big, burly giant. "I'm really happy you're here, Coach." Brad whispered, kissing him gently. "Trust me, kid." Coach Jackson replied, looking up at him with a smile. "There's no place I'd rather be than right here with you." And with that, they closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep, And even though the mattress was far too small to accommodate two men of their size comfortably, they wouldn't have changed it for the world. - Coach Jackson tapped his foot against the floor, agitated as he and his athlete ate breakfast. "Damn it, Williams, if you're not gonna fuck me you gotta let me get some of this energy out of me and let me get a decent work out in." "Didn't I take care of you last night?" Brad asked with a grin. "Oh please, Williams, I had my pussy primed for constant fucking this weekend so you'll excuse me if I feel a little pissed off at the moment." "Ah, so business as usual for Dan Jackson then." Brad laughed. "Besides, isn't it a little early for the gym? Don't you usually like getting your big work-out in before dinner?" "Yeah, well I also like having sex with my fuckin boyfriend but I guess we can't always get what we want, now can we?" He snapped back at him, crossing his arms. His athlete gave him an unimpressed look. "Look, I know your reasons, but I don't have to be fuckin happy about it, do I?" "I love it when you get like this." Brad grinned, eating his eggs with a laugh. "When I get like what?" "When you get all bitchy because you want to get fucked and you're not getting your way." "Hmmpf." The giant man muttered in response, not necessarily disagreeing with him. "Now are you gonna take me to get a good work-out in or am I just supposed to sit here like a fuckin piece of furniture until after the game tonight?" "Yeah, I have some time. It'll be good to get some stretching in before I play tonight." By the time he had finished his sentence Dan had already taken their plates to the sink and was waiting by the door excited like a dog getting to go on a walk. Because for Dan Jackson, if he couldn't get his pussy pumped by jock cock, pumping iron at the gym was always the next best thing. - Brad Williams felt on top of the world leading his muscle Adonis boyfriend around his school gymnasium like a dog on a leash, skinny little freshmen and casual athletes' jaws dropping at the sheer size and power of the mountainous man. He couldn't tell if Coach Jackson was fully aware of the attention he was getting or if he was genuinely too transfixed on all the new work-out equipment he was excited to test out during his time there. "A little happier now?" Brad asked, watching as he threw a bunch of weight on a machine. "It's a start." The giant man muttered, easily doing two reps in quick succession to the amazement of the people watching him. He leaned in close to his athlete. "I'd still rather you take me back and fuck the shit out of me, though." "Oh, you'll get that too, Coach. Don't you worry about that." Brad replied, helping him add more weight. "Yeah? And what makes you so sure you'll win this game? Am I still getting laid if you can't manage to pull it off?" "Don't you worry, Coach. We're going to win tonight and you'll be getting all the jock cock you need." "Cocky little fucker. . . I'm gonna fuckin jump you right now if you're not careful." "Get back to your work-out, Coach. I'll spot you." He looked around as Coach Jackson powered through another cycle, feeling satisfied with the weight. He caught more than a few dudes checking the pair of them out, most likely impressed with the technique and power of the giant muscleman, but he couldn't help but feel some were staring a little too intently for it to just mean an innocent bro admiring another dude's work-out. He decided to have some fun with it a little and directed Coach Jackson to a few more machines close by, slipping his hand in the muscleman's shorts possessively and pressing on his ass as he led him. "You know, this is nice, Coach." "What, us working out together?" "I mean getting to do this." Brad replied, giving him a quick kiss. "Getting to show you off like this and letting people see what's mine." "Yeah, kid?" The man grinned, sticking his chest out proudly and jutting his ass out so people could get a good look at his athlete's dominance over him. "You like it that you've got the toy all the guys want to play with?" "I love it." Brad nodded, leading them to another bench. Coach Jackson took a second to wipe the back of his neck with a towel, sitting down. "Fuck. . ." He muttered, looking over his shoulder. "What I wouldn't let that guy fuckin do to me over on that treadmill down there. . ." Brad looked to where he was gesturing. There was a guy running at a sustainable pace listening to his music as he tuned out the world around him. He looked to be in his mid-30's and had a well groomed beard. He was a little darker skinned than most of the other guys there, but not my much. Most likely part-Middle Eastern. He was incredibly handsome. Almost a perfect combination of rugged and pretty. "You like him, Williams?" "Yeah, he's hot, I guess." Brad answered, turning back to get the bar ready for him. "Fuck. . ." Coach Jackson mumbled, completely mesmerized. "I just know this dude's not getting his cock sucked like he should." "What are you talking about?" Brad laughed, rolling his eyes. "You don't even know the guy." "Don't fuckin argue with me, Williams." Coach Jackson snapped. "Cocksluts like me just know this kind of thing. Trust me. I can tell this dude's carrying around a few days worth. He needs a good nut, and he needs it bad." "Uh huh, and how are you going to go about fixing that, Coach?" Brad humored him, crossing his arms." "Figured I'd just go up to him and ask." He shrugged. "Ask what, exactly. . .?" "Tell him he looked like he could use his dick sucked. Tell him I'd be lucky to be the one to do it. What, do you want me to write him a fuckin poem or some shit like that?" "Whatever happened to you saving your loads for me?" Brad asked, frowning. "Oh, I'm not getting myself off. This is about his needs, not mine." Coach Jackson replied, holding his hands up. "Please Williams. Come on, let me help this dude out. A guy like that deserves to be treated right. Watching him back there knowing he isn't getting his cock sucked like he should is fuckin torture to a cockslut like me." "Hey, as long as you're saving your loads for after the game, you can do whatever you want to do. I'm just not so sure he'll be so easy to-" By that time Dan Jackson was already crossing the room, casually stepping onto the treadmill next to him and nodding at him, fraternally. "Hey." Dan grunted, starting his treadmill at a slow pace. "Hey." The man replied. "You want me to suck you off in the showers back there?" "Excuse me. . .?" The man laughed, taken aback. "I could be sucking you off 60 seconds from now." Coach Jackson replied, casually. "Your call. No big deal if I'm overstepping my bounds." "I'm straight, man." "Since when did straight dudes not like getting head?" The man looked around, noticing a couple of guys watching the giant muscleman in front of him, admiring the sheer size of him. "You're serious, aren't you?" "No strings attached. You get off, I swallow. And I won't even make you buy me dinner." The guy shrugged, turning his machine off and stepping down. ""Lead the way." Coach Jackson was practically giddy leading this guy into the showers knowing he'd be getting a load down his throat in the immediate future. Without wasting any time, they threw their clothes in the locker and wrapped a towel around their waists and headed to the showers, spotting an area way toward the back that seemed completely deserted. There were enough open showers at the front to be sure any newcomers would use those first. The man took a deep breath and stepped under the hot water, closing his eyes and wiping his hair back, opening them up again to see the giant muscleman already kneeling before him with his hands behind his head, at the ready. The handsome man was impressed with the sign of submission and unhooked his towel, tossing it on one of the racks behind him. About eight and a half inches of thick part-Iranian cock hung down proudly. "Aw fuck yeah. . ." Dan muttered, immediately opening wide to take it into his mouth. He massaged his tongue around the head to get it as hard as it could get and then started going down on it with deep thrusts, all the while keeping his hands locked together behind his head, dutifully, feeling a true cocksucker shouldn't need to use his hands to suck cock like it should be sucked. "Mmmm. . ." He groaned as his cock was worked over expertly by the hungry cocksucker kneeling before him. Dan only went down on him with more hunger, greedily lapping at the length and making sure to massage around the head. "Oh fuck yeah. . . " The man groaned, thrusting his hips forward to sink more cock down his throat, getting into it. "I always heard guys were better at this than women." "Mmmhmmm." Dan nodded, deep throating him to the hilt and holding it there for a few seconds before slowly coming back up, not even the slightest bit of choking. "Lick my balls, a little." Dan dutifully withdrew, letting the fat cock in front of him bob up and down as his tongue ran down the shaft and further down, taking one of the giant balls in his mouth and running his tongue along the side. "God, that's good." The man cooed, closing his eyes, enjoying himself. Dan continued to take work him over, popping one ball into his mouth and licking around the man's taint before going for the other, his hands still resting behind his head. "You lick ass, too?" The man asked, lost in the moment. "'Course." Coach Jackson nodded. "Love it." The man slowly turned around, leaning against the tile wall as he rested his head down, his beautiful, pert ass out. Dan reached out and pried the cheeks apart, finding the tightest opening he'd ever seen. "Oh man. . ." The man groaned as he felt Dan's thick tongue exploring his hole, pushing through his resistances and feeling a wave of pleasurable sensations course through him. "None of the women I date ever want to lick my ass." "Ungrateful bitches. . ." Dan cursed, eagerly lapping at the tight opening with his tongue. "They don't know what they're fuckin missing. A dude like you should be getting serviced like this every fuckin day." "God, that's good. Keep at it. Eat that hole." He said, jacking himself off slowly as his hole was worked over. "You got a beautiful hole, man." Dan muttered, massaging the strong cheeks in his hands as he pushed his tongue in and out. "Just keep doing what you're doing. God, you're good at that. You're going to make me shoot if you keep that up." "Just don't waste it down the drain." Coach Jackson begged. "You put it in my throat, I'll take it all and keep it with me." "Fuck, you're really into this kind of thing, aren't you?" "Mmhmm." Coach Jackson nodded. "Beautiful cock like this. I feel fuckin lucky to get the chance to suck you off." "Fuck, then open up, because I'm about to shoot, man." Coach Jackson sat up on his knees as the man turned around, shoving his cock all the way down his throat, working his throat muscles to coax out the load he knew was coming. "Fuck, here it comes! Stick your tongue out and beg for it!" Coach Jackson eagerly backed off and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go, providing a safe cushion for any sperm he was hoping to swallow down his throat after working so hard to coax it out of him. "Shit!" The man yelled, jacking himself off powerfully as he erupted, sending jet after jet of warm cum all over the muscleman's face. Coach Jackson lapped up any cum he could as he continued to get drenched, the warm water pouring down his back as he knelt there, greedily hoping to catch as much cum as he could. As each shot grew weaker and weaker, the man tapped his cock head against Coach Jackson's lips, sliding into his mouth again to get any trace of cum left off of his cock. Coach Jackson smacked his lips gratefully. "You want another?" The man asked, looking down at him with a glint in his eye. "Aw fuck yeah!" "You're going to have to work for this one then." The man grinned, reaching down to grab the back of the muscleman's head and impaling him on his cock in one motion. Dan expertly opened his throat, letting the huge shaft sink all the way to the bottom of his throat without choking, trying to pleasure him as much as possible to try and coax out another load. "Work for that load." The man commanded him, taking full control and fucking the giant muscleman's mouth for all he was worth. "Come on, man, I know you want that load." Dan nodded enthusiastically, the previous load still running down his face as he worked his throat muscles as smoothly as possible, pleasuring him like only a trained, dedicated cocksucker can. The handsome man held Coach Jackson's head in place and slam fucked the back of his throat, sending his thick cockhead down his throat each time he went back in and the giant muscleman only opened up for more. The sound of his cock sliding in and out emanated was drowned out by the noise of the shower, allowing him to absolutely pummel away without fear of being caught in the act. Dan Jackson knelt there, allowing himself to be thoroughly used by this handsome stranger, providing a soft, warm hole to get off in. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum again!" The man yelled through gritted teeth. "You ready for it?" "Mmhmm!" Dan nodded, eagerly. "Alright, you earned this one right from the tap! Fuck, here it comes!" He held the giant man's head in place as he started shooting, feeling the throat muscles around his cock tightening and opening as it accepted the load happily. Having shot only minutes before, this load had less volume but felt far more intense. He slowly withdrew, still shooting, and allowed the pearly white cum to pool on the muscleman's tongue. He shook uncontrollably as he finished unloading the contents of his balls into him, finally loosening his grip on the back of his head as he felt the last of his reserves being emptied into him. When Dan Jackson was satisfied his latest conquest was finished, he slowly brought himself off the shaft, making sure to lick up any trace of cum leftover and greedily swallowing it down. "God damn, you're really good at that, you know that? That's the best head I've ever had." "You should be getting head like that regular." Dan replied, finally smearing the first load off of his face and swallowing it down. "Yeah, well tell that to the single women of Los Angeles then." The man laughed, leaning back, exhausted. He looked down to see Dan Jackson's mighty cock flared and hard, aching for release. "You know, if you wanted to get yourself off too, that'd be fine. I'm not a jerk or anything." "This wasn't about me." Coach Jackson replied, popping the head of the anonymous man's cock back in his mouth one last time to make sure he'd lapped any trace of cum off of it he could. "I'll get mine later. Trust me." He cleared his throat. "You know, I'm only in town for the weekend." Dan said, standing up and letting the warm water run over his face. "But I'll be coming down here on the weekends pretty often. I proved to you I can give better head than any chick you've had, so what do you say next time you I show you how much better manpussy is than what you're used to?" "I told you, I'm straight." "That's not what I fuckin asked." Dan replied, smoothly turning around as he washed up, letting him get a good look at what he had to offer. "You think I'm good at giving head. . . trust me, you don't know the half of it." "I must be absolutely out of my mind." The man laughed, sighing. "Either that or just not getting laid as much as you should be." "Well I know that's for sure." The man laughed, extending his hand. "Trust me. Next time I'm in town. This pussy is well worth the wait." He shook it, with a nod. "It's Dan, by the way." "Kal." The man nodded. "I hope you know I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you sure know how to suck cock like a whore, Dan." "You bet your fuckin ass I do." Dan replied, proudly. "What do you say we head back to the lockers and get dressed. You can give me your number so I can let you collect on that promise next time I'm in town." Kal looked around for a second, gathering his thoughts before sighing with a grin. "You've got yourself a deal, Dan." Coach Jackson turned to leave and Kal followed him, leaving behind his spare towel and instead bringing with him the unmistakable look a man gets when he's just gotten a kickass blowjob. jhtravus@yahoo.com Be sure to check back this same time next week for Chapter 47!