Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2017 04:45:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 47
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Chapter 47
After the game the three of us went down to the field to meet
the team and congratulate Brad for a job well done, making the winning
touchdown almost like he was the star of his own movie. The atmosphere of
all the excited people was infectious and it really made me happy that
Mr. Williams and Coach Jackson were here to see it all happen.
"Really proud of you, son." Mr. Williams beamed, giving his son
a hug. "Are you guys hungry? I was thinking we could all go out and-"
"NOPE." Coach Jackson interjected, wrapping his big arm around
Brad's shoulder and tugging him close. "Williams and I have about a month's
worth of sex to make up for, so I'm taking him back to his room and he's
going to be getting laid like he's never gotten laid in his fuckin
life. Listen," He said, reaching into his pocket to take out a couple of
twenties from his wallet. "I want you and Africa to get lost for a couple
hours. Dinner's on me."
"Always the charmer, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed, taking it from
him and stuffing it into his pocket.
A couple of guys from the team passed by, patting Brad on the
shoulder. "Hey Brad, see you at the party tonight?"
"He's busy." Coach Jackson grunted, pulling on Brad's arm to
leave.
"You know, I can make my own decisions for myself, Coach." Brad
laughed, loving how hot the burly man was for him.
"So what, am I supposed to believe for the first time in his
life Brad Williams is going to say no to pussy when he can have it and it's
on the table?"
"Well no. . . "
"Then shut the fuck up, take me home, and fuck the shit out of
me already."
"I think that's our cue." Mr. Williams said to me, turning back
to Coach Jackson. "Hey Dan, you got anything else back there? I figure a
bit more cash and Ollie and I can go some place nice. Really give you two
some privacy for a couple hours."
"Jesus, Mike, just take it. I don't give a shit just as long as
you the two of you beat it." Coach Jackson cursed, handing him his
wallet. "WILLIAMS." He shouted, practically pulling Brad by his collar
now. "Enough dicking around. I was promised jock cock and damn it I'm going
to get it."
"You love this, don't you." I said to Brad, nudging him on the
shoulder.
"Scoring the winning touch-down for the homecoming game with my
guy practically ripping my clothes off right here, itching to put out for
me? Yeah, I'd say I'm feeling alright." He grinned.
"WILLIAMS." Coach Jackson barked again, his patience absolutely
gone at this point.
"Alright alright, quit your bitching, I'm coming! For God's
sake, you'll get my dick soon enough, Coach."
-
The door to the suite burst open as the two of them blindly
made their way to Brad's bedroom as they hungrily made out with each other,
tripping over discarded shoes as they stepped over toward the bed.
"Sorry, I meant to pick those up before but-"
But before he could finish his thought Coach Jackson's tongue
was in his mouth again, silencing him as they made out.
The giant man threw him onto the mattress and peeled his shirt
off, his rippling muscles on display as he hunched over him, thrusting his
tongue into his mouth. His shorts were slipped down to the floor in a flash
as he pulled his athlete's clothes off one by one.
Instinct took over and Brad smoothly worked his hand down to
the mighty muscleman's hole, feeling it already slick and lubed up for his
entrance.
"How are you already-"
"Got myself ready for you during halftime." Coach Jackson
grunted, getting on all fours and presenting himself to be taken. "I knew
the second I saw you walk out on that field I'd be putting out for
you. Knew there was no chance you weren't winning this game."
"That is so hot, Coach." Brad said under his breath as he got
into position behind him, giving the giant man a big, loud spank as he
gazed down upon the familiar muscular, round cheeks he'd been longing to
see for so long.
"Come on, Williams, I need it now." The giant man whined,
rocking back and forth, frustrated.
Brad tapped his thick meaty cockhead against his opening,
teasing him.
"Tell me how much you've been wanting this dick, Coach."
"Aw fuck Williams, you know how much I've been wanting it."
"Tell me."
"It's all I can fuckin think about." Coach Jackson groaned,
reaching back to trace around his hole with his fingers. "First thing I
think about when I wake up. Putting out for Brad Williams. Last thing I
think about before I go to sleep. Putting out for Brad Williams."
"Tell me more, Coach." Brad nodded, slapping his thick cock
head against the big, muscular cheeks.
"Every morning before football practice. I reach into my
bedside table and take out that dildo I made you give me."
"Yeah, Coach?"
"I'm still putting out for you every single day, you know
that?"
"God, that is so hot, Coach."
"Even though you're here and I'm there, you're still getting
this pussy regular. You turn me on that fuckin much."
"Fuck, I love you, Coach." Brad muttered, leaning down and
kissing him from behind.
"Aw come on, Williams, I need it now." Coach Jackson whined,
begging him.
"It's right here, Coach." Brad said, tapping his cockhead
against the giant man's hole. "If you want it so much, reach back here and
put it in."
Immediately, Coach Jackson's muscles constricted as he reached
behind him and grabbed at his athlete's cock, lining it up with his opening
and backing up on it in one motion.
"Aw fuck, Williams. . . " Coach Jackson moaned, sliding up and
down on the shaft in pleasure.
Brad slowly withdrew from him and waited, causing the giant man
to turn his head back around, frustrated.
"Come on, Coach. Show me how much you've missed this jock cock
in your pussy."
"Damn it, Williams!" The muscleman cursed, reaching behind his
back and grabbing his athlete's cock, sinking it in again, and backing up
on it all the way to the hilt, moaning uncontrollably.
Brad made a motion to withdraw again, teasing him, but Coach
Jackson slammed down on him before he could, pinning him against the
mattress, grinding himself up and down on the jock cock he'd been craving
so much.
"You fuckin cocktease, Williams." Coach Jackson muttered,
confident he had the upper hand.
"You love it." Brad smirked, giving him another loud spank.
"Like you wouldn't fuckin believe, kid." Coach Jackson replied,
leaning back to kiss him as he rode him up and down.
"Your pussy's even better than I remembered it, Coach." Brad
groaned, pulling at the giant man's lip with his teeth.
"I want you to own that pussy, Williams."
"Oh, I'm owning it." Brad muttered, wiping the sweat from his
brow as he hammered into him.
"I said own it, Williams!" Coach Jackson yelled, slamming back
onto that jock cock as hard as he could. "Show me who this pussy belongs
to!"
"It's mine, Coach."
"Yeah, Williams? You think you own this pussy?"
"I know I do."
"Then make me feel it, Williams! Show me you know how to take
what's yours!"
"Oh, I'm taking it, Coach!" Brad grunted, slamming into him
hard, kissing up his neck. He ran his hands over Coach Jackson's giant
muscles, from his arms all the way down his back. "God, I love how you
could just break me in half with one finger. But you never would."
"Never." Coach Jackson shook his head, his eyes rolling into
the back of his head as his athlete rammed into him.
"Because I can fuck your pussy just right, Coach. You'd let me
do anything I wanted to you, wouldn't you?"
"Anything." The giant man nodded, his prostate being hammered
mercilessly.
"You love it, Coach."
"I fuckin love it, Williams." He groaned uncontrollably. "How
many loads do you think you have for me?" He asked as he lapped at his
athlete's lips with his tongue.
"Depends how hard you're willing to work for them, Coach. You
keep working your pussy like that and I'd say at least 3 or 4 tonight."
"Double it." The giant man grunted, kissing him hotly.
"Anyone but you and I'd think they were joking." Brad replied,
reaching around to tease his nipple.
"Do I look like I'm fuckin joking, Williams?"
"If there's anything I've learned about you, Coach, it's to
never underestimate just how much of a cockslut you are."
"Aw fuck, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson whined, jacking himself
off with deep strokes. "I'm not gonna be able to last. You're fuckin me too
good."
"That's okay, Coach." Brad said, kissing him. "I want to make
you feel good."
"Aw, you're doing it, Williams. Just like that."
"Give me that load, Coach!"
"AW FUUUUCK!" Coach Jackson yelled, his toes curling as he shot
into the sheets below them, completely drenching them in pearly white cum.
His athlete could feel the lips of his opening pulsing around
his cock as he pleasured him from the inside. He was nowhere near cumming
yet. He liked that. He liked that he could get the giant man off and still
keep pounding away. It made him feel like a man. Pleasuring his lover with
his mighty cock.
As soon as Coach Jackson had finished shooting, he collapsed
down on the mattress, face first, as his athlete hammered away.
Brad reached underneath the giant man to run his hands along
the concrete muscles he loved so much. His boyfriend had a rack to rival
them all. He slowed down his pummeling and started to turn the mountainous
man over, keeping his thick cock firmly planted inside of him as he lay him
out underneath him, now facing him.
Coach Jackson's legs were spread open as wide as possible,
allowing his athlete complete access to him as he took each hard thrust,
one after another.
"Gonna nut you, Coach." Brad said, looking him right in the
eye.
"I want it so bad, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered, running
his hands all along his athlete's back, pulling him in.
"Taking back what's mine."
"Do it, Williams." Coach Jackson nodded, rubbing his own cock
with his strong grip, still as rock-hard as he had been before
shooting. "All those other dudes you've let have my pussy. Take it back
from them. Make it yours."
"You want me to, Coach?" Brad asked, slamming into him hard
now, going for his nut. "You want that pussy to be mine again?"
"Aw fuck, Williams, you're gonna make me cum again. . ."
"Cum with me, Coach. I want us to do it together."
"Oh God, you feel so fuckin good. . ."
At that moment Brad slammed all the way inside of him and
started shooting, rightfully reclaiming his territory as his, planting his
seed where it belonged.
Coach Jackson matched him shot for shot, coating his abs in a
thick, heavy load, as if he hadn't just shot minutes before.
His athlete leaned down to bring their lips together, kissing
him tenderly and wrapping his arms around him, holding him close. He made
no effort to stop his conquest inside of his hole, pushing in and out
steadily as he continued on. He wasn't finished fucking, and he knew the
man he loved was just as eager for him to keep going.
The giant man groaned into him as they continued their
love-making, both knowing they had a full night of bliss ahead of them.
-
On our way to dinner Mr. Williams and I talked back and forth
about the game and how exciting it was. I could tell how proud he was of
Brad. He couldn't stop smiling.
"Hey, where are you turning?" I asked as he pulled off the main
road.
"I wanted to show you something first."
"Uh huh. . ." I replied skeptically, not sure where this was
going.
He strategically kept quiet, obviously trying his best to not
give anything away, because he knew if I got him to talk I'd be able to pry
anything out of him. He drove us down a quiet street and pulled into one of
the driveways.
"What do you think?" He asked, smiling.
I looked out the window to find a small one story house with a
neatly manicured lawn. Nice, welcoming front porch, recently painted
shutters. It had Mike Williams written all over it.
"Don't tell me . . ." I turned to him, trying not to get too
excited.
"I told the realtor I was thinking of putting in an offer this
week." He grinned, blushing. "I wanted to get your opinion first."
"Well I guess you and I sharing my half of the suite wasn't
going to work for anything longer than a weekend here and there." I
laughed. "You really wanted to wait for my opinion?"
"Well yeah. . ." He mumbled, turning bright red. "Don't get me
wrong, back in Sacramento the two of us shared some of the best memories of
my lifetime. But it was the place you came to live with us thinking you'd
be there for a year and then go back home to South Africa. It was the
Williams household." He gave a sigh as he tried to figure out what he
wanted to say. "Ollie, I want this new place to be ours."
Words couldn't describe how much I loved this man. I leaned
over and turned his head to meet mine, kissing him.
"I love it. And I love you."
"I was really hoping you'd say that." He exhaled,
relieved. "You want to come see?" He asked, jingling some keys in his
pocket.
"Yeah!"
The two of us walked up the front steps and I could immediately
picture us living here. The way he talked about it made me see all the
things he was seeing.
"And I thought we could put a patio out in the back yard back
there and put in a new grill." He said as he showed me around the place.
"You have to have your grill."
"I do have to have my grill. And then that's us down that way."
He pointed down the hall. "And there's a room for Brad to stay in on the
weekends or whenever he wants to be with us. I made sure there's an extra
large fridge for when Dan comes to visit." He laughed. "I really think we'd
be happy here, Ollie."
"I do too, Mike. I think it's perfect."
I turned to him and leaned in close, kissing him and pushing
him gently up against the wall.
"You know, we won't really know if it's the right place for us
until we know the sex is still good." He said, reaching around to grab at
my ass.
"Uh huh. . ." I grinned. "What about dinner?"
"We'll order a pizza or something."
"And what about Coach Jackson's `get lost' money?"
"Hey, we got lost, didn't we? Besides, with the real estate
prices here in Los Angeles I need all the help I can get." He laughed,
patting Coach Jackson's wallet in his pocket. He reached in and brought out
a small packet of lube.
"Mike Williams, I wouldn't think you the type!" I feigned,
clutching my figurative pearls.
"Then you should know better by now." He laughed, pulling me in
and kissing me. "Since I'm buying us this house and all. . . there must be
something you can come up with to make it up to me. . ."
"Yeah, I can think of something." I grinned, unbuckling my belt
and pulling my pants down, turning around for him.
"Now we're talking." He muttered, copping a feel at my ass.
"See something you like?" I asked, turning my head.
"Big time." He replied, leaning in to kiss me as he got me
ready for him.
I hung my head down and closed my eyes as I felt him press into
me, feeling inch after inch sink into me as he reached around to pull my
head to his and kiss me.
"Mmmm. . ." I moaned into him as he started thrusting in and
out of me in a steady rhythm. From the way he was prodding my prostate with
every motion I knew I wasn't going to last long. And from the way he was
slamming into me with deep, hard strokes, I knew he wouldn't either.
I opened my eyes and took in the empty space around us. Our
space. A space we would share together. He looked down at me, and knowing
him, he knew exactly what I was feeling, kissing me sensually.
He reached around me and placed his hand on mine, busy jacking
myself off in time with his thrusts, and took over. He pleasured me from
the inside and out, sinking his big cock into me for my pleasure as much as
his, causing me to groan out loud from all the stimulation happening at
once.
I felt his cock tense up and knew he was cumming. He held me
close to him as he unloaded into me, causing me to erupt, shooting my load
all over the wall in front of me, watching as it dripped down slowly and
collect at our feet.
He kissed my shoulder lovingly as he withdrew from me, leaning
his head on the back of my neck as we collected our breath.
"Well now of course I have to buy the damn place." He
laughed. "Seeing as you just jazzed all over the freshly painted walls."
"I believe someone else was controlling the wheel for that
one." I replied, kissing him. "You're not done yet." I said to him, turning
around and pulling him down onto the hardwood floor with me.
"Oh, is that so?" He grinned, pulling at my lip playfully.
I reached over and grabbed the lube he had just used on me and
lathered his hole up generously.
"I guess we do need to be extra sure." He laughed, spreading
his legs for me, his voice echoing around the empty room.
I lined my big black cock up with his opening and pressed
forward, leaning down to bring our lips together and feeling his arms wrap
around my back, pulling me in closer to him.
And just like that, in a completely bare room of an unfamiliar
place, nothing but night through the windows around us, I made love to my
man right there on the hardwood floor.
It was at that moment that the two of us decided. This place
was going to suit us just fine.
-
The mighty Coach Jackson couldn't even string words together to
announce his orgasm as his athlete hammered another load out of him onto
his abs. All he could do was whimper at this point as his toes curled into
the sheets under the throes of pleasure.
Brad Williams looked on proudly as he pleasured the man he
loved so well. He leaned down to kiss him softly as he continued to fuck in
and out of him.
"You know, Coach, I know you always say you love it when I fuck
you doggy, but I've made you cum four more times fucking your pussy like
this, face to face."
"You just feel so fuckin good, Williams." Coach Jackson moaned,
gratefully, accepting his athlete's tongue in his mouth, letting him have
yet another opportunity to prove his dominance and total conquest of his
body.
"I know, Coach." Brad nodded. "I love that I can make you feel
this good." He finally stopped his advance for the first time in hours,
slipping his cock from the giant man and rolling over onto his back,
completely satisfied.
"God damn it, Williams." Coach Jackson sighed, staring up at
the ceiling as he came down from his final orgasm.
"What is it, Coach?" Brad laughed, exhausted.
"I was hoping the sex wouldn't be as good as I remembered
it. So I wouldn't have to fuckin miss you so much."
"And?" Brad laughed.
"It's even better." Coach Jackson muttered, crossing his arms
behind his head. "You know how much I've fuckin missed you these past few
weeks, kid?"
"I know, Coach." Brad sighed. "Me too. God I love you."
"You know the school's been hounding me on picking an assistant
coach for years now."
"Yeah, like your stubborn ass would ever be mature enough to
hand over some of your control to someone like that. . ." Brad
laughed. "Even if it's just an assistant and you're still the boss."
"I think I'm gonna do it." The man replied.
"What?"
"Pick someone. Let someone else pick up some of the slack here
and there every once in a while."
"You'd do that?"
"I want to be here with you more, Williams. Be here for
you. Yeah, I'm gonna fuckin hate giving up some control like that and let
some other man tell my team what to do, but if it means I can be here on
the weekends, it's what I want."
"I can't believe you'd do that." Brad replied. "I guess you're
finally growing up, Coach."
"Oh fuck off, Williams." Dan laughed, punching his
shoulder. "You and your fuckin mouth."
"You know you love it."
"Hmmpf." He replied, crossing his arms. "I guess I forgot that
along with the dick comes the attitude."
"No you didn't."
"Grrrrr!" The giant man laughed, grabbing his pillow and
smothering his athlete with it, playfully. "I'm going to bed. You got
anything special planned for me tomorrow?"
"I may have some things up my sleeve. . ." Brad replied,
cryptically.
"Uh huh. . . and I assume you're not gonna tell me what those
things are and I'm to just go along with whatever you say, no questions
asked?"
"Now where would all the fun be if I spoiled the surprise?"
"Mmhmm. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, crossing his arms. "You
just be sure and give me a half hour's notice before we're heading out
tomorrow because you're getting your cock sucked, you lucky son of a
bitch."
"And what if I'm saving my loads for something else?"
"Don't fuckin argue with me, Williams, I'm over 300 pounds of
muscle. If I say you're getting your cock sucked, you're getting your cock
sucked, understand me?"
"I guess I could live with that." Brad grinned.
"Glad we're clear on that." Coach Jackson smirked, turning over
on his side. "And one more thing-" He said, turning back to him for a
second.
"What now, princess?" Brad asked, knowing how much he hated
being called that.
"I love you." The man replied, kissing him. "You prick."
"Love you too, Coach." His athlete nodded, reaching his arm
underneath the giant man to wrap around him and pull him close.
And with that, the two of them fell asleep faster than they had
in over a month, knowing there was no better sleep than being wrapped in
each other's arms, right where they belonged.
-
After a long, long night full of fucking, Dan Jackson groggily
made his way toward the bathroom, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He
looked at himself in the mirror and a smile slowly spread across his
face. He looked well-fucked. He looked used. And that was exactly what he
wanted to look like.
Putting out for Brad Williams was what made him happy. And if
he could help it, he'd make sure his athlete was more than well taken care
of before the weekend was over.
He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down his
mountainous body. Just as he was getting into the soothing sensations of
the warm water over his skin, he heard the shower door open.
He opened his eyes to find Brad Williams stepping in next to
him.
No words were said as they stepped close to kiss each other,
holding each other's rippling muscles as the water poured over them.
Each of them didn't think it was possible to be this attracted
to another person. Despite the amount of sex they'd had the night before,
they were both hungry for more.
They made out with one another hungrily, with Dan holding his
arms behind his head as he let his athlete work his nipples over as he
slipped his tongue into his mouth. His entire prized body, the body he'd
formed with countless hours of dedication to diet and exercise, all offered
up to the guy who-
"WILLIAMS, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??" Coach Jackson roared,
stepping back. He could still see the golden stream coming from the head of
his athlete's cock. The unmistakable smell of urine emanated from the water
swirling around the drain as the last of it before he had managed to escape
ran down his torso and pooled at his feet.
Brad looked at him, not saying anything, as he continued to
finish emptying his bladder right then and there.
"Did you just fuckin try to piss on me?" Coach Jackson yelled,
enraged.
"Come on, Coach, it's not that big of a deal. . . I-"
"No!" Dan fired back, angered. He made sure he was fully rinsed
off before he pushed the shower door open and slammed it shut behind
him. "Too fuckin far, Williams! You know, you've done a lot of stupid shit
but this is too fuckin far!"
"Oh come on, Coach, come back." Brad laughed, following him
out, wrapping a towel around his waist.
Dan pulled his shorts on before sitting down on the bed, still
angry. "You just screwed yourself out of an easy fuckin lay-up back there,
Williams. I was all primed to put out for you and then you just had to push
your fucking luck. 20 seconds away from getting laid and then you pull that
shit." Coach Jackson cursed, shaking his head.
"So what, you're not going to let me have sex with you just
because of something as stupid as that?"
"You got that right, Williams." Coach Jackson retorted,
hotly. "You really pissed me off this time." He saw his athlete open his
mouth to reply. "Don't you fuckin dare." He cautioned him, knowing he'd go
for the obvious joke.
"Well this sucks. . ." Brad sighed, kicking the carpet with his
foot, pouting. "I was really horny when I woke up, too."
"Yeah, well maybe next time you should think about that before
you go trying to take a piss on me. Just to get your rocks off, or what?
That fuckin ego of yours is out of control, you know that?"
"Well if you're not going to be putting out any time soon can
you at least throw a shirt on? I feel like you're just showing off, trying
to get me even more boned up to fuck you."
"Good." Coach Jackson sulked, making no effort to cover up; his
muscles on display proudly. "Teach you some fucking respect, wanting what
you can't have."
"Oh, I can have it." Brad smirked back at him, leaning against
the wall.
"Oh is that so?" Coach Jackson asked, sizing him up.
"Always could, always will. Shouldn't you understand that by
now?"
Coach Jackson stood up and headed toward the door. "Not this
time. You really fucked up, Williams. You disrespected me. I may let you
get away with a lot more shit than I should, but I've always expected
respect from you."
"Is that really how you see it, Coach?" Brad fired back,
defensively.
"You tried to take a piss on me, Williams, how the fuck else am
I supposed to take it?"
"You're turning this into such a bigger deal than it has to-"
"I'm going to the gym. Just give me some space, alright?" The
giant man grunted, grabbing his gymbag from the closet.
Brad was taken aback, understanding the severity of the
situation. "Fine."
"Fine." Coach Jackson retorted, throwing on a shirt and
grabbing the keys.
And with that, he shut the door behind him and was gone. For
two individuals whose relationship involved a lot of fighting, and fucking,
and fighting again, and then fucking again, they'd never really had a
`real' fight like this. This was uncharted territory for the two of them.
Brad Williams slowly made his way toward the couch, feeling an
uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dan Jackson was mad. And it
wouldn't just be an easy fix this time.
-
I woke up to the sound of what must have been a car door
slamming off in the distance. Birds were chirping around me and I
immediately felt a pain all along my side. I opened my eyes and jumped up,
not knowing where I was.
I was in a completely unfamiliar place, in a completely bare
room, with sunlight shining through the windows all around me. And then I
remembered. The house.
I looked down to find Mike Williams sleeping soundly, sprawled
out on the hardwood floor right next to me.
I shook my head, laughing. "Mike." I whispered, nudging him.
He groaned sleepily, turning on his side, wincing as he felt
the same ache I had felt that can only come from spending the night on a
hardwood floor.
"Did we really. . .?" He asked, blocking the sunlight from his
eyes as he looked around.
"I think we did." I laughed, admiring his lean, hairy body as
he stretched.
"God, I feel like I'm in college again. Waking up in a strange
place with my clothes nowhere to be found."
"I'm glad I could help you relive the experience." I smiled,
kissing him. "What time is it, anyway?"
"A little before 9." He replied, checking his watch. He looked
around the place, taking it all in. "So you really could see yourself
calling this place home?"
"I don't know, maybe we should do a couple more rounds of
testing like last night." I grinned, copping a feel of his ass and
squeezing."
"Ollie, I-" He started, before he stopped, both of us perking
up, alert, at the sound of keys jingling together.
All at once Mike Williams turned ghost white, and my athletic
instincts took over, flying to my feet and pulling him up with me,
panicking as I looked around for some place for us to hide.
"Laundry room!" He mouthed, pointing down the hall. Immediately
we made a run for it, hearing the front door shut as footsteps entered the
main room.
"Ollie!" Mr. Williams whispered, waving me over, panicked.
"Our clothes!" I mouthed, spotting them discarded behind the
kitchen counter.
"Forget them!"
I heard footsteps coming our way and dashed over to the spare
bedroom where Mr. Williams was waiting for me, sliding the closet door shut
behind us, shrouding us in complete darkness. I could hear the sound of
Mike Williams's heart beating frantically next to me.
Instantly I started laughing, unable to control myself.
"It's not funny." He whispered, most likely giving me a glare
that could melt through solid ice.
"I know, I know, it's-" I wheezed, laughing uncontrollably, not
able to contain myself. "I can't believe this is happening right now!" I
was rocking back and forth, trying to focus on anything other than making
noise.
"Ollie! This is not funny!"
We could hear a man's voice echoing around the empty main
room. "As I mentioned, Janet, my client is interested in remodeling, so as
long as I can report back that it's a good neighborhood and the house
infrastructure is sound, you might have an easy sell on your hands."
I could feel Mr. Williams exhale, unclenching a little, feeling
more safe.
"Well I certainly love that!" The female realtor replied.
"Although my client is offering 10 percent under the asking
price."
"We have one other party interested in the house, but I know
the owner is anxious to sell, so why don't you put in a formal offer after
lunch and we can see if there's a deal or not?"
"Excellent." The man replied. "Well I can definitely report
back to my client that this place seems exactly what he's looking for. I'll
send him a few of these pictures and relay any questions to you."
Mr. Williams and I breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Oh wait. Before I forget. Would it be possible to turn the
guest bedroom into a sun room?"
"Why don't I just show you." The woman replied. "It's down the
hall."
I grabbed Mr. Williams's arm and pulled. "Go."
"What, are you crazy, what about our clothes?" He hissed.
"GO." I said, pulling him with me and we made a run for it,
keeping our footsteps light as we made for the back door right outside.
I hastily grabbed the doorknob and turned it, pushing him out
first and then shutting it quietly behind us, instantly reaching down to
cover myself.
I turned to look and Mr. Williams had his hands covering his
front, gulping as an elderly woman slowly hobbled her way across the street
with her nurse, who was busy helping her stay steady on her feet as they
had their morning walk. The old woman turned her head back slowly, tilting
her head confused as she took in the sight of the two of us.
Without thinking, Mr. Williams raised one hand up, covering
himself with the other, and waved politely, acting as if nothing was out of
the ordinary. He turned his face slightly to me, muttering through gritted
teeth. "Smile and wave." I followed his cue, doing the same.
The old woman turned back to her nurse as they kept
walking. "The nude men. . ." We heard her mumble faintly. "They're so
friendly, aren't they?"
"Yes Agnes." The nurse replied, halfheartedly, patting her hand
in a patronizing manner. "Let's get you home and put you in a nice warm
bath. How does that sound?"
"Alright dear. . ." The old woman hummed as they continued
walking.
At that moment heard the front door close and the two of us
crouched down behind the bushes to avoid being seen. We watched the realtor
and man walk down the front steps, stopping to shake hands before making
their way to their vehicles.
Mr. Williams turned to me, shaking his head in absolute
disbelief.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, kissing him on the
cheek. "How much time is going to have to pass before this will seem like a
funny story?" I laughed.
"Not any time soon." He said sternly, getting to his feet and
hastily running back inside, covering himself from view.
We both breathed a sigh of relief when we got to our clothes,
apparently having been spared from being seen while we were hiding. As I
was pulling my shorts up I heard Mr. Williams clear his throat.
"Yes, hi Janet, it's Mike Williams, from the other day?" He
said into his phone as he paced around the living room, his clothes still
on the floor next to him. "Yes, I was just calling to say I've made a
decision on the house. I'm very interested and I'm willing to pay 10% over
the asking price."
I looked up at him, grinning.
"Excellent." He smiled, listening. "I can meet you tomorrow to
sign the papers and handle everything else. Sure. 10:00 would be fine. See
you there."
He hung up the phone and tossed it on the pile of clothes next
to him, sighing. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me into him,
kissing me.
"I believe you and I just bought our first house together,
Ollie."
-
When Brad Williams heard the familiar sound of keys in the
door, he tried to not look so eager when Coach Jackson stepped through the
door, tossing his keys on the counter.
"I don't want to talk about it, Williams. I'm still pissed at
you." He threw off his shirt as he headed toward the bedroom. "But we can
fuck if you want."
Brad looked up at him, confused.
"God damn it, Williams, are you coming or not? Don't make me
change my mind." Coach Jackson snapped, waiting for him.
"Fine." Brad mumbled, getting up to follow him.
Coach Jackson collapsed on the mattress, shoving his shorts
down, with his rock hard cock slapping audibly against his abs. The smell
of fresh body wash filled Brad Williams's nostrils as he leaned over
him. He reached into the bedside table to get the lube and lined his
cockhead up with the man's opening.
"Just so you know, I'm still pissed at you. Don't fuckin think
just cause I'm letting you have my hole that that means you're off the
hook." Coach Jackson muttered, staring him down. "I'm just fuckin horny and
I'm taking advantage of that jock cock while I can have it." His athlete
leaned his head down to meet his lips, kissing him softly. "Lucky son of a
bitch." He added, rolling his eyes.
Brad pressed forward, sinking the first few inches into his
hole, causing them both to groan in mutual pleasure.
"Coach, let me explain." He said, kissing him, the sound of the
mattress springs squeaking as he thrust forward.
"I said I didn't want to talk about it, Williams, are you
really going to let your attitude keep you from getting laid again today?
Because I'm fuckin horny and want to get off, but I can close my legs so
fast it would-"
"Would you just shut up for 20 seconds for once and let me
talk?" Brad fired back, halting his advance. "Jesus you're stubborn."
"Fine. But I want a real apology." Dan replied, staring him
down.
"I wasn't going to apologize."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Williams. . ." Dan rolled his eyes,
getting mad again.
"Just listen." Brad insisted, looking him in the eye. When the
man made no move to interrupt him, he continued. "Earlier this morning. You
said by taking a piss on you, I disrespected you."
"Well what the fuck else could that-"
"Just let me finish!" Brad pressed.
Coach Jackson let him continue.
"You said I was disrespecting you." Brad went on, starting to
resume a light, gentle motion forward, in and out inside of him. "But you
couldn't be more wrong about that, Coach."
"Yeah, and how do you figure that, Williams?"
"Because when I took a piss on you I wasn't disrespecting you,
I was honoring you." He leaned down to kiss him as he slid his big cock in
and out of the muscleman. "I was honoring how much of a cockslut you
are. And that even though I let you put out for other dudes, you're not
their cockslut, you're my cockslut."
"Aww fuck Williams. . ." Coach Jackson moaned, getting into the
motions his athlete was making deep inside of him.
"I thought it would be something special you would only let me
do. Just me and no one else. That even though we let other dudes have your
hole, that I was the only one who really had 100% access to you."
"Aww fuuuuck, Williams. . ." The giant man whined, kissing him
eagerly, lapping at him with his tongue.
"You're so good to me." Brad continued, pulling at his lip. "I
know how much you love putting out for me. I figured this next step was
just another way for us to get closer to each other. A new way for me to
show you just how much I love you. Letting you prove yourself to be the
biggest cockslut there is."
"Oh God, I love you so fuckin much, Williams." Coach Jackson
whimpered, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and spreading his legs wider
to give him complete access to himself.
"I love you too, Coach." Brad moaned, slamming into him now
with deep, hard strokes, making sure to pleasure him by caressing his
prostate with the shaft of his cock. "I would never want to do anything to
disrespect you."
"I know you wouldn't." Coach Jackson nodded, doing his best to
massage him from the inside with his pussy muscles. "No one understands me
like you do."
"I know, Coach." Brad nodded, kissing him deeply as he fucked
him, sliding in and out, smoothly.
"No one fucks my pussy as good as you do."
"I know, Coach. I know all your spots."
"Aw fuck, Williams, you're gonna fuck it out of me. . ." The
giant man whimpered, wrapping his arms around his athlete's body, kissing
him.
"Do it, Coach. Let me make you feel good."
"Its- it's- aw fuck!" Coach Jackson groaned, leaning his head
back in sheer ecstasy as his untouched cock started shooting between their
bodies. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his veins as his orgasm
pulsed through his entire core.
Brad Williams lapped at his lips with his as he too entered his
climax, their toes curling in the sheets together as they gave in to the
throes of pleasure.
Long after they had both finished shooting, they lay together,
kissing one another softly.
Dan Jackson pulled back, looking his athlete in the eyes
sweetly. "You know you're the only person in this world who I will ever let
do something like that that to me."
"I know, Coach." Brad nodded, kissing him gently. "I like that
there's something only I can have."
"Only you, Williams." He paused for a second, trying to find
the right words to say. "You know, it's a good thing you're not as dumb as
you look." He laughed. "Because I gotta say, you may look like just another
pretty jock that's nice to look at, but the way you understand what it
means for me to want to be your cockslut. . . I didn't even understand it
myself until you said it out loud like that."
"Of course, Coach." Brad said, kissing his shoulder and hugging
him tight. "I love that you like being my cockslut."
"Fuck, you really tamed the beast, didn't you? You must be
pretty fuckin pleased with yourself." The man laughed. "You saw over three
hundred pounds of muscle and just thought "I'm gonna make that mine". You
couldn't have me any more wrapped around your fuckin finger."
"You're selling yourself short, Coach." Brad said, running his
hand over the man's intricate ab muscles. "A guy like you can never be
tamed. That's part of the reason why I love you so much. You put out for me
because you want to put out for me, not because I make you."
"Yeah, and don't you forget it." He chuckled, his mighty chest
rising and falling as his athlete traced over his muscles. "You know, if
the make-up sex is always going to be this good, you and I should fight
like that more often."
"I guess I'll just have to keep thinking of new ways to really
get under your skin, then." Brad countered, charmingly.
"Ah, I have no fuckin doubt you'll think of something." The
giant man laughed. "Because if there are two things in this world Brad
Williams is best at, it's fucking and finding new ways to piss me off."
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