Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2017 07:30:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 50

That's all, folks! What originally began as a 3-4 chapter story got a tiny
bit longer. . . Writing `Horny Exchange Student" has been so rewarding for
me and I can only hope to be so lucky in finding something like this again.

If you've stuck with these four horny guys until the end, I'll always be
grateful. It doesn't happen often, but hearing from someone who has been
enjoying the story truly makes my day. My week, even. I'd be honored if you
took the time to say hello. jhtravus@yahoo.com


					Chapter 50


The semester was going by like crazy. My first few weeks of college seemed
like years ago, all slow and homesick, but now that Mr. Williams was here
permanently, it seemed like I had to remember to stop and blink every once
in a while it was moving so fast. It was hard to believe we were at the end
of October already.

	Living with Mr. Williams in our new house was like a dream come
true for me. And I couldn't believe how fast our new house was starting to
feel like home.

	Particularly because of some reasons we expected and some reasons
we didn't quite anticipate.

	Mr. Williams and I sat at the table eating breakfast together
before I had class one morning when we heard the shower go on over in the
guest bathroom. Or as Brad called it, "his" bathroom.

	"I don't think he's been back to the dorm all week." Mr. Williams
said to me, bringing his coffee to his lips.

	"I kind of like it. Him being here." I shrugged, finishing off a
strip of bacon. "It feels just like home, you know?"

	"Well obviously I love having my son around but I figured you
probably didn't imagine I'd be bringing my kid with me as part of the deal
when I asked you to move in with me."

	"I love how you keep acting like this is the first time you and I
have lived together." I replied with a smile.

	"You know what I mean!" He laughed. "We always lived together but
now we. . . you know. . . `live' together. You sure it doesn't bother you?"

	"Brad's my brother. I love it that he wants to be with us. This is
the dream!"

	"The love of my life and my son, all here under one roof." He
smiled. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

	I leaned over and kissed him, not missing an opportunity to grab
his ass as I did it.

	"I will say, I'm going to give Brad and Dan a talk next time
they're here about taking it down a notch when they're at it in the middle
of the night. It's getting ridiculous. I mean we can hear them all the way
from the other end of the house! I can't tell if they're fighting or
fucking half the time."

	"Knowing them, probably both at the same time." I laughed. "Last
weekend I could have sworn they broke through the wall they were fucking
the bed into it so hard."

	"Yeah, I mean, I get it. They only get to see each other on
weekends and want to catch up, but there has to be a line, right? I want to
get my deposit back when I sell this place and I'm pretty sure insurance
doesn't cover rough sex."

	The shower was off by now and Brad emerged from the hallway, neatly
dressed for class and hair perfect as always.

	"Morning guys." He greeted us as he grabbed a plate and started
spooning food on it. "John! Breakfast?" He yelled over his shoulder.

	"Please!" We heard John Carpenter answer from the bathroom as he
finished getting dressed, apparently having stayed the night.

	Brad looked over at his father and laughed. "John's here, by the
way."

	"I gathered that."

	"You want me to throw you a bone and ask him if he's into old
dudes?" Brad teased him, licking some jam off of his thumb.

	"Ha. Ha." Mr. Williams retorted.

	"Good morning, folks." John Carpenter greeted us, taking a seat at
the table and taking his plate from Brad. It still shocked me sometimes
just how good-looking the rugged football player was.

	"Hey John."

	"Morning John."

	"So how was-" I began before we heard another bang from the guest
bathroom, causing both Mike and me to jump.

	"Williams, I swear to Christ if all that fuckin bacon is gone by
the time I get there. . .!"

	The two of us turned to each other, laughing.

"What the hell did you turn that shower into, a clown car or something?"
Mike laughed. "You got anyone else back there hosing themselves off before
they make the walk of shame back to wherever they came from? When did Dan
get in?"

"Late last night." Brad replied, crunching on a piece of toast. "He was
able to catch a red eye instead of flying out here this afternoon. I was
just working out a first load from John here when he called so the three of
us had some fun after we picked him up from the airport. He said he'd catch
you this morning since he didn't want to wake you up last night."

I looked over at John, his face bright red listening to his bedmate from
the previous night casually discussing the fact that they had fucked so
roughly in front of his father like it was nothing. He'd come a long way
since learning the dynamic the four of us shared and he was becoming a lot
more comfortable around us, but I can imagine it'd take a little time to
get used to.

"There they are." We heard from the hallway as Coach Jackson rounded the
corner and patted the two of us on the back warmly. "Hey Mike. Africa."

"Hey Coach." I smiled.

"Fuck, I tell you what, putting out for two college jocks all night really
wears a guy out! It'll be a fuckin miracle if I somehow make it through
this weekend without getting pregnant. I swear, you get these two jocks
together and it's like a fuckin race between the two of them on who'll
knock me up first. Wouldn't surprise me if one of these studs finally got
one to take." He sighed, taking the chair next to mine. "Feels great at the
time, but I'm fuckin starving right now."

"I'll go make some more of everything." Mr. Williams laughed, getting up to
go to the stove.

"Fun night?" I asked.

"Ah, the best. These two sure know how to welcome a guy into town." He
pointed at John. "Captain America here will fuck the nut out of you over
and over again whether you're ready for it or not. He may look like just
another pretty boy but he's got a fire in him you can't put out until he's
gotten what he wants from you."

"My pleasure, Coach Dan." John grinned, giving the giant man a big spank.

"Fuck, you do that again and I'll drag you back into that room and make
sure you really put a kid in me this time, pretty-boy."

"You know, I just might have held you to that, but I've got class in twenty
minutes." John replied, swallowing down the rest of his juice.

"Then don't start anything you can't fuckin finish." Coach Jackson
retorted, giving him a smirk.

I know Mr. Williams was thinking he got away with it, but I saw him break
into a wide smile as he listened while he threw more bacon on the stove.

Sure, it may feel a little more crowded than it would be if it were just
the two of us, but I knew he wouldn't change it for the world.



						-

	"Oh god, I love how tight you are, Ollie. . ." Mike Williams
breathed into my ear as he took me from behind, pulling my face to his and
kissing me as he played with my leaking, black cock as he pummeled into me.

	I gripped the sheets tighter as we made love, kissing him as we
took each other to the pinnacle of pleasure.

	His big hands moved to my waist as he pounded into me. It was so
manly and authoritative. It was turning me on big time.

	"I'm not going to last long." He croaked, increasing his speed.

	I reached under to take over where he'd left off, jacking myself
off in time with his thrusts, knowing I was going to cum the second he did.

	"Oh god, Ollie!" He yelled, slamming into me and kissing my neck as
I felt the first load of cum shoot into me.

	The second I felt it my own cock started firing off, spraying the
sheets below us as we groaned together, my hole constricting around his
cock as we pleasured one another.

	After the last shot had left my cock, I turned my face to meet his
and met him for a deep, grateful kiss, with him reaching around my waist to
play with my cock, enjoying the sensation of my cum along his smooth hands.

	"Too bad." He remarked, letting his tongue push through my lips. "I
was hoping you'd hold off and fuck me again."

	"That's not completely off the table." I grinned, bringing my hand
to his face to wipe his hair out of his eyes, and kissing him again.

	"Mmmmmmm.  . ." He sighed happily, leaning back onto the mattress
and pulling me with him, wrapping his arm around me so I was nuzzled into
him.

	I took his hand in mine and kissed it.

	"I was meaning to ask you." He said, relaxing. "You busy this
week?"

	"Things are pretty light until final exams start up after the end
of the month. Why?"

	He had a playful glint in his eye. "I kind of took advantage of
Greg Foster's high spirits that night at the frat house during all the
festivities."

	"I think I like where this is heading." I laughed.

	"I may or may not have bartered a few nights stay at a resort and
spa, all expenses paid with the company credit card." He grinned.

	"No way." I sat up, excited.

"Hell, I thought the guy was so out of it that night that he'd agree to
just about anything, but he actually brought it up to me this morning
asking why I hadn't taken him up on his offer yet. I was kind of hoping you
wouldn't want me to go alone. . . those penthouse suites are awfully big,
you know."

	"When do we leave?" I volunteered, excited.

	"I was hoping tomorrow morning. Figured we'd give Brad and Dan the
house to themselves for a few nights. You sure you aren't too busy with
school?"

	"I'll just email my professors for the assignments and have them
done by the end of the week, no problem."

	"Perfect! And I was thinking the boss would want us to go out some
place special tomorrow night, right?"

	"I think Mr. Foster would want that." I nodded.

	"Prime rib?"

	"Only if there's lobster on top of it." I grinned.

	"I'll make the reservations first thing in the morning." He said,
leaning in to kiss me and reaching down to start stroking my cock
again. "Now how about that fuck I was promised?"

	As my response I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down
on the mattress, face up, positioning myself over him and kissing him
playfully as I lined up the head of my cock at his hole. "Any other
requests for what we should we do on our vacation?" I asked, teasing him a
little with my cock at his hole.

	"I was thinking a whole lot of this." He said, giving my cock a
good squeeze and pushing it inside of him with a satisfied smile on his
face. "And a whole lot of that. "He added, reaching behind me to give my
ass a big, loud spank.

	"Sounds a lot like what we do here at home."

	"Maybe so." He laughed, feeling me begin to push deeper inside of
him and begin my conquest. "But the resort has a kickass breakfast buffet."

											-

	He wasn't kidding about the breakfast buffet. After what felt like
my fourth trip back for waffles alone, I finally felt full. As I gazed
across the table at my man as we sipped on orange juice and took in the
relaxing Palm Springs air around us, I'd never felt more relaxed. There
were palm trees all around us blowing in the breeze, with happy families on
vacations, and golf karts speeding through the luxurious resort grounds. I
couldn't tell what part of my morning I enjoyed most; the breakfast or the
way Mike Williams woke me up to go to breakfast.

	I could never get over just how handsome he looked when he wasn't
trying to be. It was one of my favorite things about him. It was moments
like this, no one else in the world but us in this beautiful paradise
around us, that I thought about just how lucky I was.

	"You're thinking about something." He smiled, watching me from
across the table after a while. "Really thinking about something."

	"You know, you're really good at that, you know that?" I laughed,
as he broke me out of my concentration.

	"You have a tell."

	"Oh, do I? And what might that be?"

	"I'll never say." He grinned, locking his lips and throwing away
the key. "It's my secret weapon."

	"I'm just happy." I sighed, reaching across the table to take his
hand in mine, brushing my thumb gently across his palm. "Really, really
happy."

	The most adorable grin spread across his face. He looked like he
was turning scarlet.

	"What!" I laughed, surprised by the reaction.

	"You being happy. . ." He blushed, trying to find the right words
to say. "It makes me so- I don't even know how to describe it." He
shrugged, looking up at me. "You being happy makes me happy. There's
probably a better way to explain it than that, but it's just how I feel. I
feel like I can never have a bad day if I get the chance to see you smile
like that. Nothing gives me more joy than knowing you're going to be my
husband one day."

	I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it, holding him. "I love
you, Mike Williams."

	"And I love you." He replied, gazing into my eyes.

	It was something we'd talked about before. I knew that Mike
Williams was going to be my husband. And he knew I was going to be
his. Some day. In the mean time, I was just starting college, and no matter
how much I thought I knew about myself and about the world around me, there
was so much left to experience. Mike Williams and I had an entire lifetime
together ahead of us. Neither of us was feeling any pressure to speed
anything up. We were happy just the way we are.
											-


	As December came around all of my professors seemed to be in a
competition with each other to see who could assign the most homework. And
they were all tied for first place. Brad was going through the same thing
with his classes, and with Coach Jackson's players training for the last
game of the season, and Mike working with Mr. Foster to have their software
out in time for Christmas, we all had our undivided attention on our own
lives for the time being. We'd managed to get the new house decorated for
Christmas throughout all the craziness and I couldn't wait to be able to
relax during the holidays.

	The Friday before exams arrived with a much-needed break, and Brad
especially had an extra spring in his step, excited that Coach Jackson was
coming down for the weekend after three weeks away in Sacramento.

	Mr. Williams and I were surprised to see Brad and Coach Jackson
walk into the restaurant right on time, taking their seats next to us at
the table.

	"Well hey, Dan." Mike said as Brad tore into a dinner roll. "Ollie
and I were taking bets on how many courses we would get through before you
two finally showed up. We figured you two wouldn't be able to keep your
hands off each other with you being away so long."

	"Now Mike, when have you known me to miss out on a free dinner?"
Coach Jackson laughed. "Besides. . ." He said, giving his athlete a
smirk. "Sometimes I like making him wait for it."

	Brad chuckled, reaching for the butter. "So what, we're just going
to pretend you didn't suck me off the second you got in the car when I
picked you up at the airport?"

	"See, I fuckin knew I should have told you no." Coach Jackson
rolled his eyes. "We've been in the same zip code for what, 45 minutes and
that ego of yours is already showing up."

	" "Told me no" "? Brad repeated, laughing. "I barely had enough
time to pull into the parking garage before your face was in my crotch."

	"God damn it, Williams, if I want to suck your cock, I'm gonna suck
your cock, I don't care where the fuck we are."

	At that moment he heard a throat clear behind him as the waiter
presented him with his menu.

	"Oh. . . uh. . . sorry about that." He grunted as he took it and
nodded.

	"That's. . . quite alright, sir." The waiter replied, trying to
give the rest of us our menus as fast as possible before running off.

	The four of us started laughing as he disappeared behind the
kitchen.

	"So are we gonna eat or what?" Coach Jackson asked as he perused
the selections. "Fuckin starving."

	"We've got appetizers already on the way." Mike assured him.

	"Hey Coach, have you given any thought on what you're doing for
Christmas?" I asked.

	"Honestly, I haven't even thought about it."

	"Well why would he need to, he's spending it with us of course."
Mike replied.

	"Yeah, of course he is." Brad nodded. "You're supposed to spend the
holidays with family."

	Coach Jackson smiled a little. "You know, I can't remember the last
time I spent the holidays with family? What with my folks jetting off all
over the place every year to places with their WASP-y friends, I usually
just invite a few college buddies over for a few beers and then call it a
night."

	"Me neither." I shrugged. "The holidays were never that big of a
deal back home."

	"Who are these people?" Brad shook his head, looking at his father.

	"I don't know, son, who knew these two were such Grinches?"

	"Such what?" I asked, thinking I misheard him.

	"Oh my god." Brad shook his head. "Every time I think my work with
you is finished you remind me how far you have left to go. I didn't show
you `How The Grinch Stole Christmas' last year?"

	"Not that I can remember." I shook my head. "I had only been here a
few months so everything was coming in so fast. You did show me the one
about that Scrooge guy, though."

	Coach Jackson chuckled. "I'm not so sure about being a Grinch, but
Scrooge was always a hero of mine when I was growing up."

	"Why the hell am I not surprised, Dan?" Mr. Williams laughed.

	"Tough as nails power player who doesn't accept bullshit and isn't
afraid to tell anyone to fuck off? Took me years to realize people actually
thought he changed for the better and didn't just go soft."

	Brad and Mike could barely breathe they were laughing so hard. And
their laughing was making me laugh. I looked around the table at these
three men and couldn't remember feeling more grateful than I did now. This
was my family. And I couldn't think of any better three people I would want
to spend the rest of my Christmases with for the years to come.

	 									-

 After the four of us got back from dinner and played a couple rounds of
cards, Mr. Williams and I retired to our bedroom as Brad and Coach Jackson
did the same.

	"What's so frustrating is that you know I'm right, Coach, but you
just don't want to admit it." Brad spat, kicking off his shoes.

	"Oh for fuck's sake, Williams, get the fuck over it already. You
lost. I won. Fair and square."

	"You did not, Coach! It was still Ollie's turn when you drew your
card and you just wouldn't listen when I told you to put it back."

	"Oh please, you're just mad because you lost and I won. You're
being a sore loser." Coach Jackson scoffed, laying down in bed.

	"I'm not being a sore loser, I'm telling you you messed up. But the
day Dan Jackson ever opens himself up to the tiniest possibility that he
could be ever be wrong about something. . ."

	"Oh fuck off, Williams, I've never been wrong about anything in my
life and I never fuckin will be."

	"Unbelievable." Brad rolled his eyes, sulking.

	"So I guess I'll add playing cards to the list of things you and I
can't do. Because apparently if I win and you lose you'll sit here and pout
like a little bitch because you can't handle the fact that Brad Williams
actually can lose at something."

	"Oh please, how would you feel if you lost, Coach?"

	"Oh I'd be fuckin furious. That's why I don't lose. Maybe you
should try that next time."

	He looked across the bed at his athlete and saw that he was still
angry.

	"Let's be honest Williams, the only reason you're picking a fight
with me right now is because you damn well know 9 times out of 10 whenever
you pick a fight with me you end up getting laid, you ass." Coach Jackson
said, eyeing Brad down as he crossed his arms. "Cocky fucker. Knows how hot
you get me to put out for you when you give me attitude."

	Coach Jackson leaned across the bed, pressing his lips against his
athlete as they slowly kissed each other, each of them still fired up a
little.

	"Asshole." He muttered, pulling at Brad's lip with his teeth before
thrusting his tongue in his mouth.

	"Prick." Brad replied, slowly positioning himself on top of the
giant man as they made out hungrily.

	Coach Jackson opened his eyes, looking up at the only person on his
earth who could match his ego and throw it right back at him. "God damn it,
that fuckin look. . ."

	"What look, Coach?" Brad asked, kissing him.

	"That fuckin look you get when you know you're about to get laid."

	"Tell me I'm wrong." Brad replied, grinning.

	"Cocky fucker. . ." Coach Jackson laughed. "I swear you try and
piss me off sometimes just because you know you'll get sex out of it."

	"Works like a charm. Every time." Brad smirked, biting Coach
Jackson's lip playfully.

	"God damn, you piss me off, Williams." Coach Jackson rolled his
eyes, smiling. "You know how much easier my life would be if your smartass
attitude didn't turn me on so fuckin much?"

	"I happen to like how much my smartass attitude turns you on,
Coach."

	"God damn it, Williams." Coach Jackson laughed, shaking his
head. "No one else on this fuckin earth. . ."

	"Right back at you, Coach."

	Brad rubbed his hand along the man's torso under his shirt as they
made out, but pulled back instantly.

	"No way. . ." Brad muttered, feeling his way up his abs.

	Gone was the meticulously smooth, perpetually groomed torso he'd
come to expect from Dan Jackson. Instead, he was feeling tufts of fur
leading up the giant man's abs all the way to his pecs, growing denser as
he went along.

"Y- you must have been growing this out for-"

	"Three weeks. Hell, I was afraid I'd made you go without for so
long you'd show up at my door in Sacramento hounding me for pussy before I
had a chance to let it grow out.  Had to come up with all sorts of excuses
to tell you why I haven't been down here while I grew it out for you. I've
always been a fast grower. Always had to shave twice a day." Coach Jackson
leaned in and kissed his athlete with a grin. "You said you wanted to try
me hairy. I didn't forget."

	Brad could barely contain himself he was so hot for the now-furry
muscle stud lying before him. "I never thought you'd actually do it. You
always said you hated it. I can't believe you really did this, Coach." Brad
said, tracing patterns in the light brown fur. "All for me. . ."

	"All for you, Williams." Coach Jackson nodded. "If it were up to me
I'd be running for the fuckin razor right now."

	"I guess that means you don't exactly love it?" Brad asked, running
his hands through the curls.

	"No. I don't love it." The muscleman grunted. "But I love you,
kid."

	Brad let the words sink in before he leaned his head down and their
lips touched, kissing one another deeply, getting lost in each other's
touch.

	Before he knew it, Dan Jackson felt his shorts being pulled down as
his athlete positioned himself over him. "I can't hold off any longer. I
gotta fuck you, Coach. Right now."

	"Oomph. . ."The giant man let out as he felt his legs being kicked
apart.

	"So fucking sexy. . ." Brad muttered, running his hands over his
boyfriend's body. "Such a fucking stud. . ."

	Coach Jackson groaned as he felt his athlete's cock enter him,
spreading his legs for him to let him have complete access to whatever part
of him he desired.

	"And it's all mine." Brad said, leaning down, thrusting his tongue
into the muscleman's mouth.

	"All yours, Williams." Coach Jackson nodded, lapping at his lips
with his tongue, wrapping his arms around the small of his back, pulling
him in. "All fuckin yours. Always will be."

	"God I love you, Coach." Brad huffed, slamming into the giant man
in deep, hard strokes, playing with the man's tits. "Fucking hottest,
manliest stud alive."

	"Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson whined, throwing his head back in
pleasure as he let his athlete have his hole. "You feel so fuckin good."

	Brad pounded into him hard and fast, not able to contain his
lust. As he ran his hands through the fur on Dan Jackson's body, slamming
into him and completely battering the man's prostate with his rock-hard
cock, the pitch of the giant man's moans grew higher and higher, his toes
curling into the sheets as his athlete fucked him.

	"I love how I can make you moan like that." Brad muttered into his
ear, slamming into him harder and harder.

	Coach Jackson tried to lower his pitch but the waves of pleasure
his athlete was inflicting upon him made it impossible to hide his ecstasy.

	Brad looked directly into his eyes as he fucked into him in deep
strokes, almost as if it were a game to see just how well he could pleasure
the giant muscleman, getting off on the sound of his almost feminine moans.

	"Aw fuck, Williams!" Coach Jackson whined, opening his eyes for the
first time, and noticing Brad's gaze and feeling self conscious. "Oh you're
fuckin doing it on purpose, you ass!"

	"I like making you moan like that, Coach." Brad said, seriously. He
leaned down to kiss him, maintaining his hard pace. "I like making you feel
good. With me, you never have to worry about hiding how good I'm fucking
you. Alright, Coach?"

	Coach Jackson looked up into his athlete's eyes and nodded,
gratefully, opening his mouth to accept his tongue.

	Brad reached through the new patch of hair on the man's chest, so
incredibly turned on. "I know you're all man."

 Coach Jackson closed his eyes again as the intense pleasure his prostate
was giving him forced him to groan out in ecstasy as he felt his orgasm
ramping up. Without any fear of judgment, the giant mountain of a man
groaned out pleasurably as his beer-can cock started firing, untouched,
against his concrete abs, having the cum fucked out of him completely at
the mercy of his athlete.

	Brad lapped at his lips lovingly as he fucked into him, running his
hands through the fur on his lover's chest, losing himself in the
sensations of the hole wrapped around his cock pulsing involuntarily as he
fucked the cum out of him.

	"I'm not gonna last long, Coach." He said, trying not to shoot. "3
weeks away from you, you're going to pull it right out of me."

	"Do it, Williams." Coach Jackson whimpered, cum still being fucked
out of him as he took him. "We've got all fuckin night to make up for it."

	And with that, Brad Williams closed his eyes and really started
fucking him, knowing there would be plenty more opportunity to come back
for more.

											-

	Brad could hear Coach Jackson's mighty snore next to him as he
tried to sleep, but with each intake of breath the giant man made, he could
feel his chest hair brushing against his back. He couldn't help but reach
behind him and run his hands through it, getting that same rush he'd gotten
earlier that night when he'd discovered it.

	It was all for him. This man's body was his pride and joy, and he'd
acquiesced into covering it all up for Brad Williams.

	"Hmmm. . ." Coach Jackson grunted, waking up from his athlete's not
so subtle groping.

	"Sorry Coach." Brad huffed, halfheartedly, positioning himself over
the giant man and lining his cock up with the man's opening, still slicked
up from earlier. "I gotta fuck you again. You just turn me on so fucking
much." He pushed forward, groaning as his cock sank into him with little
resistance.

	"Jesus Williams, what is this, your fifth time wanting in me
tonight?" Coach Jackson muttered, trying to figure out if he was pissed off
for being woken up or turned on.

	"I can't help it, Coach." Brad groaned, leaning down to kiss him
and rub his body. "You just turn me on so much."

	"Yeah, well I fuckin better." Coach Jackson replied. "I'm glad you
realize how good you have it."

	"God, I have it good." Bread grinned, pushing his tongue into the
giant man's mouth and working the man's nipples.

	"Gahh!" Coach Jackson winced. "Williams, you gotta leave my tits
alone. You've damned near rubbed them raw tonight you've been so into me."
He winced again as Brad continued. "Please!"

	"You're just so god damn sexy, Coach." Brad whispered into his
hear, kissing him as he pounded into him. "I can't help myself around you."

	Coach Jackson sighed with relief as Brad's hands wandered down his
torso, playing with the patch of hair at his torso.

	"Oh man, it's happening already- UUUUGHH!" Brad grunted as he
started shooting, collapsing on top of him, exhausted. It had been a long
time since they had fucked this much in one night, and his body was letting
him know it.

	Coach Jackson turned his athlete's head to meet his, bringing their
lips together. "God I love how much I turn you on, Williams."

	"And you say I'm the one with the ego. . ." Brad laughed, resting
his head on the giant man's chest.

	"Ass. . ." Coach Jackson laughed back, ruffling his athlete's hair
a little. "Now for fuck's sake, are you finally gonna let me go back to
sleep or am I gonna have to worry about you wanting more pussy off me all
night long?"

	"One thing first, Coach." Brad said, getting up and pulling Coach
Jackson up with him, leading him to the bathroom.

	"Damn it, Williams, can't whatever this is wait until morning?"

	"Would you just quit bitching already and shut up?"

	"Hmmpf." The giant man grunted as Brad turned on the light over the
sink.

	The two of them looked at themselves, illuminated by the dull
glow. Coach Jackson's mountainous body towered over his athlete's, his new
trail of fur leading up from his naval to his broad chest. His nipples were
scarlet red and raw from being teased so relentlessly.

	"Jesus, Coach, I guess you weren't kidding when you said they were
sore." Brad said, touching them softly.

	"Easy!" Coach Jackson winced as he found himself being manhandled
once again. "Guess it goes to show there is such a thing as turning you on
too much."

	"I warned you I'd go wild on you if you did this for me." Brad
shrugged, resting his head on the man's shoulder. "Now you know I wasn't
kidding."

	"Yeah, well if your sex drive is at a 9 out of 10 on your off days,
this is definitely a 19 out of 10." He laughed. "So what did you pull me
out of bed for?"

	"I wanted to do this." Brad said, picking up his razor and running
it under some warm water.

	Coach Jackson watched as his athlete brought it to the trail of fur
leading across his massive torso, starting at his pec.

	"What, you're gonna let me shave it off?" He asked, careful to be
still.

	"Tonight was fun." Brad said, as he began to lather some shaving
cream across the man's chest and beginning to move the razor across. "And
I'm definitely going to want you to grow it out again sometime. But it just
doesn't feel like you yet."

	Brad pressed the razor down gently and moved it across, revealing a
clean patch of smooth skin, the giant man's mighty muscles bulging beneath.

	"Thank God. . ." Coach Jackson sighed in relief, feeling more like
himself with each stroke Brad made. "Made me itch like no other." He
watched as more and more of his skin started to appear from the hair Brad
swiped away with the blade. "And suppose I came back up here and surprised
you again. Grew it out even more for you when you weren't expecting it."

	"I'd fuck you just as good as I did tonight. All over again." Brad
answered, not looking up from his work.

	"Fuck. . ." The giant man huffed, trying to not get turned
on. "You're something else, Williams."

	After Coach Jackson was completely smooth and back to his usual
self, Brad ran some warm water over his rippling muscles to get him
clean. Coach Jackson groaned at the sensation of the warm water and his
athlete appreciating his muscles, leaning in to kiss him.

	They made out hungrily, until the water began to run over the sink.

	Brad reached behind him, his tongue still roaming around his
lover's mouth, and turned the tap, before walking the giant man back to
bed, not breaking away from one another for one second, positioning himself
on top of him once again, and pressing his dick up against the man's used
hole.

	Coach Jackson moaned as Brad sank into him in one motion, feeling
his balls press against him as he bottomed out inside of him.

	And just like that, with Brad running his hands over Coach
Jackson's newly smooth torso, they made love yet again that night, not
feeling the desire to stop until well after the sun came up that morning.

	Three weeks away from one another was a long time. But Brad
Williams and Dan Jackson always seemed to find a way to make it up to one
another.


									-

	I walked through the front door and threw my back pack down with an
exhausted sigh, finally finished with my last exam.

	First semester of my college career. Done. And to think, the rest
was just beginning.

	"Is that you, brother?" Brad called from the living room.

	"Yeah." I called back, walking in to find him on the couch playing
video games.

	"All finished?" He asked, tossing me a controller.

	"All finished." I nodded. "You?"

	"Had my last exam this morning. Pretty sure I passed."

	"Pretty sure?" I laughed, taking a bite of his pop tart.

	"Yeah, pretty sure. Coach will kick my ass if I didn't."

	"I believe him, too." I replied, laughing.

	"Yeah, well I'm not too keen on finding out." He said, mashing the
buttons on his controller. "Man, you and I haven't been able to relax like
this and play x-box in forever."

	"I know. It's nice."

	"I kind of missed it. You know, teaching you to play Call of Duty
was when I first realized you were going to be cool."

	"Really?" I laughed, nudging him playfully.

	"Yeah. I mean, when mom and dad said we were taking in this
exchange student from Africa, I didn't really know what to expect. But you
were instantly cool. From day one."

	"We really did hit it off right from the beginning, didn't we?" I
smiled, looking at him. "Man. Just think. What if I'd been placed with the
Edwards family in Austin. Or the Smiths in Tallahassee. And I'd never
gotten the chance to meet you, or Mike, or Coach."

	Brad shook his head. "I don't even want to think about that,
Ollie." He said, looking over at me. "I mean you're my brother. I feel like
I'm the man I am today because you've been right here with me."

	"I know what you mean."

	"I was thinking about something the other day."

	"Yeah?" I nodded.

	"Do you realize I never would have hooked up with Coach if it
hadn't been for you?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"You probably don't even remember." He said, thinking back. "Man, I
guess it was almost 2 years ago now. Shit, time really does fly by, doesn't
it? So I had figured out you were seeing this guy after the first couple
months you were here. I tried everything in the book to get you to tell me
who it was. And I remember, all you would give up was that he was an older
dude." Brad smiled, giving me a knowing stare. "Little did I know it was my
dad, but. . ."

	"Oh right." I laughed, remembering back fondly. Mr. Williams and I
sneaking around seemed like a life time ago. There was such an innocence to
that part of our relationship. So many `what ifs'. It was nice being able
to go back to that point in time in my head, but Mike's and my relationship
was so much more meaningful now than it was then. It was real now. It was
everything I wanted it to be and more.

	"So after I heard you were fucking some older guy, I of course
wanted to one up you."

	"Ah, now I remember." I chuckled. "You said you were going to go
after big mean Coach Jackson."

	"And you thought I was crazy." He laughed.

	"I still think you're crazy." I nodded. "Little did I know. . ."

	"Right?" Brad laughed. "But that's not even the part that really
got to me."

	"No?"

	"I mean, Coach and I were fucking. We were practically fucking all
the time. And things were good. But I saw what you and my dad had. What you
still have. And I asked you if you thought there could ever be something
more between me and Coach."

	"You did?" I asked, trying to think back. "What did I tell you?"

	"I'll always remember what you said next. You asked me if Coach
made me feel good inside. And I just remember everything becoming so
clear. It was that moment that I decided I needed to see if there was
something real between me and Coach. Besides just fucking. And look at us
now."

	"Ah, so you're telling me this is all my fault." I laughed.

	"In a way, yeah. It's all your fault." He shrugged. "Hell, for all
we know, my parents would still be married to each other right now. And
miserable."

	Ouch. This one still stung.

	He looked at me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I never truly
thanked you for that, Ollie."

	"Thanked me for what? Being the reason your parents ended up
splitting up?" I said, guiltily.

	"No. For giving my dad a reason to want more for himself."

	He looked at me with such sincerity. I truly believed him.

	"So thank you." He said, rubbing my shoulder. "For giving my
parents a reason to make themselves happy."

	It amazed me how much more mature Brad Williams was than the
superficial jock I'd met when I stepped off that plane. It was times like
this that made me realize just how much I had rubbed off on him, and how
much he had rubbed off on me. We were both better people for it. Mike
Williams is always going to be the most important person in my life. But in
a way, Brad would always be just as important. Brad was my
brother. Everything new I was experiencing in life, he was always right
there experiencing them with me, right by my side. I'd never had a brother
growing up. But I had one now. And I couldn't be more grateful for that.

	"I love you, brother." He said, leaning his head against mine.

	"I love you, brother." I smiled, resting against his shoulder.

	"Ah shit, I just accidentally blew up the base."

	". . . what?" I asked, pulling back.

	"Ooo, a grenade launcher!" He grinned, his eyes on the screen.

	And just like that, we were back to video games.

	"So now that the semester is over," I laughed, picking my
controller back up. "What's the highlight for freshman year so far?"

	"Easy." He grinned. "Coach putting out for all of those frat
dudes. . . never been more proud to call him my boyfriend."

	"Yeah, that night is definitely up there." I agreed. "That wasn't
my favorite part of that night, though."

	"Oh yeah? Then what was it?"

	I was saying it before I even knew the words were coming out of my
mouth. "I think you know what my favorite part of that night was."

	His eyes fixated on the screen, recalling it, too. He was replaying
the same memory back in his head that I was.

	He slowly turned his gaze to me, looking into my eyes. God, he
really was that handsome.

	"Refresh my memory."

	It was an invitation for me to take the lead. And damn it, I was
going to take it.

	Instantly our mouths were on each other. There was no audience. No
one we were putting on a show for. This was for us.

	I was making out with Brad Williams as if I hadn't seen another
human being in years. I could feel his natural instincts to set the pace
were falling by the wayside as he met his match with another top.

	Before I knew what was happening I was leaning him across the
couch, positioning my body on top of him as I pulled at his lip, reaching
under his shirt to run my hands over his college football-playing body.

	He tried to speak. Or maybe it was a groan. But my lips were on his
before he could complete it. I was grinding myself on top of him,
completely lost in the moment.

	I heard a belt unbuckle and he was pulling his pants down, his cock
slapping up against his abs audibly, pulsing with anticipation as we made
out.

	In an instant I was lowering my head, kissing down his abs until I
reached his cock. But instead of taking it in my mouth like I knew he
wanted me to, I moved even lower.

	His masculine breath quivered as my tongue touched his perfect,
unbelievably tight jock hole.

	Words could not even describe how perfect.

Brad Williams's bubble butt cheeks were completely hairless. The
quintessential golden-boy rounded cheeks you'd see in a magazine. But
anyone who ever received the honor of parting those cheeks knew that he was
all man. His trench was guarded with a dusting of hair that seemed to part
around his pink jock hole. Almost inviting my tongue in.

	"Oh fuck, Ollie. . ." He groaned as I penetrated through that
guarded territory with my slick tongue.

	My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head I was so hot for
him. That perfect, tight, nearly virgin jock hole clung at my tongue it was
so neglected. It was almost pulling me in.

	"God damn. . ." I heard him moaning, pounding his fist into the
couch, lost in the pleasure.

	I couldn't respond. All I could do was keep lapping at his opening,
pleasuring him with my tongue; concentrating all my effort into making us
feel good. I had my own rock-hard cock in my hand, slapping it against my
palm as I jacked myself off, my own pre-cum giving me more than enough
lubrication to make myself feel good.

	"Ollie, that feels so fucking good. . ." He said, reaching back to
the back of my head and pulling my face deeper into him.

	I pictured in my head all the people Brad must have pleasured like
this in my position. Making them squirm as he pleasured them so expertly
with his tongue and natural instincts on how to get other people off. But
now it was his turn to do the squirming. It was his turn to groan someone
else's name as he let them have the most vulnerable part of him.

	I knew I had to play this right. I knew I had to have him. And more
importantly, I knew I would. For nearly two years now there had always been
that unfinished business between us. That no matter how much we admired and
respected one another, there was always that line that we hadn't crossed.

	I could feel him trying to reach underneath his waist to start
jacking himself off. Each motion he made to lift himself up to get at his
poor, leaking, neglected cock would push his bubble butt down too far and
force my tongue away.

	He was getting frustrated. I could see the thought process going
through that overstimulated mind of his. He was going to have to choose
between his hole and his cock right now. He sighed, frustrated, and finally
collapsed back onto his chest, bringing his hands back above his shoulders
and leaving his cock unattended.

	He had made his choice. And that was all the inspiration I needed.

	I extended my tongue all along his taint, pleasuring him slowly as
I went up and down, causing him to shiver and moan at my complete
control. His cock was so hard underneath him, the head protruding and so
vulnerable to my touch now. There was pre-cum leaking everywhere, and
still, his hands were lying above his shoulders, useless.

	I licked the head of his cock, causing him to shudder, and savoring
the excess pre-cum on my tongue before applying it to his hole, causing him
to moan uncontrollably.

	He begged in his groans, wanting me to go back to his cock and give
him the release he needed. But I only increased my efforts on that puckered
hole. By now it was pulling at my tongue each time I went in. Brad
Williams, the town superstar quarterback, was putty in my hands.

	Again, he urged me to get back on his cock, but I ignored him. I
had his big, meaty rounded ass cheeks in my hands and I was tongue fucking
him for all he was worth. My own big, black rock-hard cock was bobbing up
and down each time my tongue plunged in.

	"MMMMM. . ." He groaned. Not in pleasure this time. But
frustration.

	I could feel his resistance waning with each thrust I made with my
tongue.

	He shook his head, pounding his fists on the couch, almost as if he
was having an internal struggle in his mind right now.

	And then I heard it.

	"Just do it, Ollie. . ."

	I swear my dick almost shot right fucking there.

	"Do it, Ollie. . ." He groaned out, more urgently this time. "I
know you've wanted it."

	In a flash, I was pressing the head of my cock into that perfect,
almost virgin opening. I'd gotten him loose enough and lubricated enough
long before. Not only was Brad Williams going to take my cock, but he was
taking it raw and natural.

 He winced as the head of my cock pushed in. I knew he wasn't going to tell
me to stop. No. He'd broken in way too many bottoms like this to know he
was going to take this like a man. He knew I wasn't going to hurt him. He
knew it would only hurt if he let it hurt him.

	I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss his neck
softly.

	It was the encouragement he needed. That even though he couldn't
see me, he knew it wasn't a stranger he was giving his hole to; it was me.

	I instantly felt him relax a little and he let an inch or two push
into him.

	He breathed in slowly, willing himself to not get overwhelmed. Brad
Williams had seen what it takes to be a good bottom. And even though he
didn't have much experience in this position, he knew what he needed to do.

	"It's okay." I whispered in his ear, rubbing his neck
soothingly. "You know it'll feel good soon."

	"I know, brother." He nodded, focusing on opening up for me. And
for the first time since this began, he turned his head so that he could
just see me. "I want this."

	Fuck, that did it. I leaned down and our lips met softly. I kissed
him gently and felt him moan into me as more of my dick entered him. As
more and more of Brad Williams's hole was conquered my cock, he would only
tense up for just a moment, before willing himself to let me in further. He
trusted me.

	I reached my hand down to his cock, pinned down underneath him. It
had lost its hardness as his entire concentration went to opening himself
up for me, but he was still leaking pre-cum into the fabric of the couch. I
slowly began to massage his cockhead as I waited for him to take more of me
into him.

	"Mmmm. . ." He groaned, instantly relaxing a bit more.

	I gave him some more time to accommodate my size, looking down at
the most beautiful jock I'd ever laid eyes on. The fact that we had such a
history between us only made the connection that much stronger. And that
much hotter.

	I pushed more of my cock into him, and I knew he wanted all of
me. If Brad Williams was going to get fucked, he was going to do it the
right way.

	Slowly I began to thrust in and out of him, letting him get used to
the sensations.

	"Oh. . ." He moaned underneath me. "That's actually starting to
feel good."

	"Yeah?" I asked, making sure not to go too hard, too fast.

	"Really good." He replied, turning his head to look up at me.

	I closed my eyes and started to increase my pace, letting his
breathing tell me if I was going too hard.

	"Fuck. . ." He said, leaning up to kiss me. "You've really been
wanting this, haven't you, brother?"

	I couldn't even begin to think of how I could put into words just
how much I've wanted this. Brad Williams. I was fucking Brad Williams.

	He breathed in and winced a little as I got carried away for a
moment, letting my lust get the better of me before stopping.

	"Easy, easy. . ." He cautioned me, pressing his hand on my leg to
slow me down.

	Once again I took his cock in my hand. He was getting hard again.

	He was liking this.

	I thought about all the times Brad Williams had worked his charm
and magic on so many men over the years. And now he was allowing me to have
this intimate part of him. Something he'd only given to one other man
before.

	I wanted this to be good for him. I wanted him to experience the
same sensations he gave to all the other men he'd pleasured before.

	He groaned out underneath me as I slid against his prostate,
causing his cock in my hand to jump.

	It was time to really get things started.

	I slowly withdrew my cock, feeling just how tight he really was as
he clung on to every part of my shaft as I pulled out of him.

	"Turn over." I said, putting my hand on his waist and pushing.

	He nodded, shifting his body so that he was now on his back,
looking up at me, his legs open for me.

	God, he really was beautiful. His abs tightened every time he took
a breath, and his cock was fully hard now, glistening at the top where his
sap had been collecting as he got fucked. I closed my hand around it and
collected the pre-cum on my fingers, bringing it down and applying to his
hole.

	We made out hungrily, rubbing my thumb on his shoulder tenderly as
we shared this intimate moment between the two of us. As my tongue was
pushing in between his lips, I felt his hand wrap around my cock and line
it up with his hole, guiding me back into him.

	Our tongues danced with each other as I pushed into him, met with
absolutely no resistance this time as he let me in.

	"God, you feel so fucking good, Ollie." He moaned, breathing into
me.

	He threw his head down and closed his eyes as I fucked into him,
harder and harder, feeling completely free to pound into him now.

	I had his cock in my grasp, jacking him off as I fucked him,
building us both into a roaring climax. I wanted this to go on forever, but
it was just too much. For both of us.

	"Oh god, I'm gonna-!" He yelled out, begging me with his eyes to
keep up the pace.

	I thought about doing it with him. Both of us reaching that point
at the exact same moment. But instead I willed myself to keep from
cumming. I wanted him to feel every part of his climax with my cock inside
of him. His undivided attention on his pleasure when he finally crossed the
edge.

	His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he started shooting,
his hole clamping down on my cock impossibly tight as he ramped up. Shot
after shot of warm fluid fired from his rock-hard cock in my hand,
streaking up his entire chest and onto his shoulders.

	He could make no noise as he got lost in his orgasm, his toes
curling against my legs as he gripped onto my back, pulling me in.

	His hole was so tight around me I could swear he was going to never
let me out of him.

	"FUUUUUCK!!!" He breathed out, finally, his cock twitching in my
hands as the last of the fluid was fucked out of him.

	I could barely thrust in and out of him he was so tight, making my
desire to hold off my impending orgasm increasingly more difficult.

	I looked down at the town superstar quarterback, streaks and
streaks of cum pooling across his chest, as he allowed himself to
experience the pleasure of getting fucked for just the second time in his
entire life.

	My grunting was getting more and more urgent as I fucked into him.

	"Do it, Ollie." He begged, his hands on the back of my ass,
pressing me into him. Even now, right here with his legs up, he was still
as masculine as ever, staring into my eyes as his hole continued to pulse
around my cock, pulling the cum right out of me.

	It was too much for me.

	I leaned my head down, our foreheads touching intimately as I began
to shoot inside of him, roaring out my climax as I conquered the hole I'd
set out to conquer so long ago.

	When I finally stopped shooting, our mouths met once again as we
recovered.

	We stayed like that, catching our breaths before my spent cock
withdrew from his hole.

	"You know, I kind of have a confession to make." I said, running my
hand over his arm soothingly.

	"Yeah?" He asked, collapsing his head down as he recovered.

	"I made a promise to myself a long, long time ago that I was going
to fuck both Williams men." I confessed. "It may sound crass, I know. But
it was before you and I really got close. Before Mike and I got close,
too. You guys were just the hot American host family to me."

	"Well. . ." He said, resting his head on his arm and looking at
me. "I guess you probably never expected it would take this long to finally
make it happen."

	"Not by a long shot." I laughed.

	"And how does it feel to actually make that happen, hot shot?"

	"Pretty fucking fantastic." I smiled, nudging him on the shoulder.

He took a deep breath before looking up at the ceiling for a moment. "God
damn it."

	"Don't tell me you're having regrets already?" I laughed.

	"No, it's not that. It's just now I owe Coach a hundred bucks."

	"You what?"

	"He always said you and I were going to fuck sooner or later and
that I was going to be the one who finally caved."

	"I guess he was right."

	"I guess he was." He sighed, relaxed. "Man, he's going to be so
turned on when I tell him."

	"You think so?"

	"Big time. I just hate that he was right."

	"I love that he was right." I grinned.

	I looked up at the ceiling as he talked, instantly coming back to
the brother-like relationship we'd always shared. I'd wanted this for so
long. And even though I'd built it up in my mind all this time, I couldn't
help but feel it was even better than I imagined.

	"I'm getting a soda." He said, hoisting himself up from the couch
as he pulled his boxer briefs up. "You want one?"

	"Yeah. A Dr. Pepper."

	"You got it, brother."

	It amazed me how fast we were able to fall back into things like
normal after such a monumental moment. But I guess it was just a testament
to how natural and easy-going our friendship was. And frankly, I wouldn't
have had it any other way.









						-12 Years Later-

						Christmas Eve


	I smiled from the window as I saw the car pull into the
driveway. The house was looking perfect. I'd laid out all the decorations
and even though it was 60 degrees here in Sacramento this Christmas, the
house looked like a winter wonderland.

	It just felt so odd that he wasn't here.

	I watched as Dan Jackson slowed the absurdly large mini-van to a
stop and Brad got out from the passenger's side to start unbuckling car
seats.

	In a flash the car doors opened and three unruly boys chased each
other up the driveway, pushing each other over playfully as they ran up to
me, each of them hugging my leg with a quick, "Hi Uncle O!" before running
on into the house to the playroom where they knew toys were always waiting
for them.

	"Boys! What the fuck did I say about not stepping in that dirt
before running into the house!" Coach Jackson yelled after them, holding a
phone up to his ear as he and Brad walked together up the driveway.

	"You've got to stop saying that!" Brad laughed, swatting him on the
shoulder.

	"Oh, relax, Williams, it's just a fuckin word. And besides, it's my
favorite one. We can't help the way we are. Hell, I tell you what, I'll
stop saying `fuck' the day you let me leave for work without trying to get
pussy off me before I've even gotten out of bed. So when pigs fuckin fly, I
guess."

	"Oh right, like I'm always the aggressor when it comes to wake-up
sex . ."Brad rolled his eyes.

"What, am I supposed to believe Brad Williams is gonna say no to getting
laid all the sudden? It's just as much your fault as it is mine, what with
you jabbing that morning jock wood into my back first thing in the fuckin
morning getting me hot to put out for you. Half the time I swear you're
still asleep and you're still trying to fuck me. Look, I don't even know
why you brought this up in the first place, I mean-"

"YOU brought it up, Coach! God you're frustrating." Brad grinned, pulling
the giant man in for a quick kiss.

"Did I. . .?" Coach Jackson asked, thinking back. "Shit, I can't
remember. These kids take up all my brain power."

They stopped at me and pulled me into a big bear hug. "How's it going,
Africa?"

	"Merry Christmas, you two." I grinned, hugging them both.

	"I hope you're ready for some company." Brad said, setting down a
bag of what must have been clothes and snacks for the kids. "You look like
you've been holding up okay on your own."

	"I just miss him." I sighed, sadly.

	"Yeah, I know." Brad nodded. "Your first Christmas without
him. . ."

	"Oh Jesus Christ, you two. . ." Coach Jackson interrupted,
laughing. He took the phone away from his ear and held it up in front of
us, switching it to video. "Mike, these drama queens are carrying on like
you fuckin died or something."

	"Oh come on, I'll be back in two days!" Mike waved on the screen
from his hotel room, smiling.

	"Merry Christmas, Dad."

	"Yeah, you too, son. Hey, give me to my grandsons for a second."

	"BOYS!" Coach Jackson boomed, causing both Brad and I to
jump. "Come say hi to Pop-Pop for a second!"

	We heard the pitter patter of feet and two rambunctious little boys
appeared from around the corner, taking the phone and happily waving at
Mike.

	"Pop-Pop!" They squealed, excitedly.

	Brad brushed their hair out of their eyes and laughed. "Well, we've
got two out of three of them for you, so that'll have to do for now, Dad."

 "Where's your brother, knuckleheads?" Coach Jackson asked them.

	"Heh. . ." One of them laughed. "He's looking for treasure in the
trashcan!"

	"Oh for fuck's sake, Williams, your kids are out of control." He
muttered, running over to the kitchen. "Alright boys! I just talked to
Santa and he says you three are shit outta luck this Christmas! But he said
if you shape up and behave and let Daddy go to bed before 10 tonight he
might change his mind!"

	"'Your' kids?" I laughed, nudging Brad.

	"Yeah yeah, they're always just my kids whenever one of them is
doing something wrong." Brad rolled his eyes, smiling. "They're really into
digging into the trash right now. I don't know why."

	"Ah, I remember when you were in that phase, son." Mike smiled from
the phone.

	"Me? I did that when I was little?"

	"Big time."

	I couldn't help but give a happy sigh. The house felt full again. I
looked around the room at all the happy faces. Soon to be one more when
Mike got home from his business trip in a few days. It was amazing to me
how different life was for the four of us while at the same time feeling
like nothing had changed.

	I guess I'll start with the important stuff. Mike, Brad, Coach
Jackson, and myself are all happy and healthy. And we all still like each
other. The only difference is I guess our family is a little bit bigger
these days.

	Mike and I got married a few years after Brad and I graduated from
college. Calling him my husband has been the single most natural, wonderful
thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. Throughout my 31 years on
this earth, I was never one to believe in soul mates. The thought that
there's this one person out there for all of us just seemed too good to be
true. I'll never know if Mike Williams was my soul mate. I can't deny all
the circumstances that had to go right in order for the two of us to cross
paths. I grew up on the other side of the world. And once we actually did
come to cross paths, even more had to go right for us just to realize our
feelings for one another. Whether Mike Williams is my soul mate or not, and
I his, is just a matter of semantics, I guess. What I do know is Mike
Williams is the man I will spend the rest of my life with. Nothing has ever
been so clear in my mind.

	The two of us live a happy life together. After graduation I landed
a marketing job that specifically catered to my interest in travel. After
years and years of networking and working my way up, I'm finally in the
position to travel around the world with my husband working from the
comfort of my own computer, whether we're here in Sacramento or Tibet, or
anywhere else you could imagine. The fact that he's 20 years older than I
am has never been less relevant than it is now, with the two of us getting
to experience new cultures together for the first time. When it comes to
us, age really is just a number.

	He's still the hottest guy around. And I'm not just saying that
just because he's mine. Mike was able to retire way earlier than other guys
his age last year as his stock with the company was providing more than
enough of an income to support us both, especially with the income from my
marketing job. He still develops software here and there as a hobby. Quick
trips for him to Silicon Valley like this one weren't unusual. My man swims
every day and works out more than ever before. Even around 50, the guy has
never looked better.

	As for Brad and Coach Jackson, they took a less conventional route
at first and then made up for it in spades by being the most conventional
out of anyone I know.

	Brad went on to play for the NFL after college. His dream job. I'd
never seen Coach Jackson more proud. Brad was making millions of dollars a
year and Coach Jackson was still driving his old, beat-up truck to the high
school every day to coach high school football. He loves what he does that
much. Of course we all thought he was crazy. It didn't matter how much Brad
was making, though. As Coach says, you just can't put a price on being able
to tell people what to do.

Brad played for the Chargers as a running back for 7 years and after being
offered several lucrative contracts to sign on to new teams, he decided to
shock the sports world by announcing his retirement from the NFL for
good. Why? To start a family.

That's right, folks. Brad Williams and Dan Jackson. Proud parents. As for
Mike and I, we love our life being able to travel like we can, and we've
absolutely loved watching their boys grow to be the rambunctious, unruly,
spirited tiny humans they are today.

Isn't it funny how things just work out like that?  Mike and I,
independently of each other deciding kids weren't something we saw in our
future while Brad and Coach Jackson knowing that having a family was the
most important thing to them.

Of course, as always, the two of them don't do anything half-assed. Despite
Coach Jackson's unyielding determination to get pregnant `the old fashioned
way', having his athlete pounding him this way and that way pretty much
every night, the stubborn muscleman finally resolved himself to the fact
that no matter how hard (and often) they tried, Dan Jackson was just not
going to be the world's first man with XY chromosomes to get pregnant. When
they found out they may have to wait years on an adoption list, they
decided to use a surrogate and each provide a sample in the hopes that one
of them would take. Well, you know what happens next. . . The
competitiveness between these two never falters. Not even their sperm can
handle the thought of losing to the other. Out popped three baby boys on
the first try, which is a statistical anomaly the likes of which the
doctors had never seen, but didn't surprise any one of us who knew Brad and
Coach Jackson's constant need to one-up the other. Even at the age of four,
there's no hiding who's responsible for whom. Christopher and Michael are
almost identical, always scheming with one another on how they can bother
Jonathan, who, despite being the youngest by four minutes, is easily
already half a foot taller than the two of them and stronger than the two
of them put together.  Jonathan's short temper alone at his brothers'
antics is easily enough to let you know he is already a miniature sized Dan
Jackson. You couldn't have asked for a more spot-on representation of
Williams and Jackson DNA if you tried.

Brad took to life as a stay-at-home dad like a fish to water. Playing for
the NFL had always been a dream of his, but you could see on his face how
much he loves being a dad. And he was a natural, given the role model he
had in Mike Williams. Being a stay-at-home dad also gave him the time to
work on his book, as he had just finalized a particularly lucrative book
deal about his experience as a gay man in the sports world. ("What kind of
moron is gonna pay to read what this moron thinks?" Coach Jackson would
always comment, perplexed)

The stadium at the high school was renamed the "Daniel Marvin Jackson
Stadium" for Coach Jackson's 25 years of service at the school. Brad, Mike,
and I cheered him on at the ceremony and it was the first time I'd seen the
giant guy cry.  Words could not express how proud of him we were. Knowing
him and how stubborn he is, we'll be wheeling ourselves in again in another
25 years to celebrate his 50th.

Kate is still running the world. She and Mike get along great now, and
she's expressed to me on multiple occasions how grateful she is for me
being able to make him happy. She loves her grandchildren to pieces and is
always willing to make time to babysit when they ask her.

Greg Foster is still doing what he does best. Some things never
change. He's still CEO of Foster Electronics, and he always seems to have
an endless rotation of meathead jocks "interning" with him as they "learn
the business" under his watchful eye. John Carpenter works at the company
as well, like me, doing marketing, and is actually working his way up to
being Greg Foster's right-hand man. Something tells me there are certain
"perks" to the job besides the pay. Actually, strike that. John himself
tells me there are certain perks to the job besides the pay. Not that I'm
surprised one bit.

We still keep up with Officer Davis and Officer Jones from time to
time. They're keeping the bad guys on their toes while being partners in
blue both on the streets as well as in the sheets. They come over for some
fun every once in a while and we send them on their way happy.


	Mike and I have met some truly wonderful people in our travels, and
some of them have become friends for life. One of our favorite couples to
fool around with invited us on a trip to Rome with them in February, and if
it's anything like our previous trip with them, it's looking to be a fun
ride.

I came back to reality as I heard heavy footsteps from around the corner
and Coach Jackson appeared, holding Jonathan, his mini-me, at arm's length,
the little guy's clothes stained and smelly from playing around in the
trashcan with the biggest, most genuine almost toothless grin on his
face. "Here you go, Williams. You can deal with this one. I'll try and keep
the other two from blowing the place up."

	Brad handed the phone with Mike to me as he picked up his son,
laughing, bringing the bag of spare clothes with him. "Congratulations,
buddy, not even a minute in and we're already needing a change of clothes."
He nodded over at Coach Jackson. "Do you like seeing Daddy mad like that?"

	"Yeah!" The four-year old fearlessly replied, giggling. "Daddy's
funny when he's mad!"

	Coach Jackson stared them down, a sour look on his face.

	"I promise I didn't train him to say that." Brad laughed, taking
his son to get changed.

	"Hey Dan." Mike called out from the speaker. "Try throwing a couple
of sardines in next time. It's the only thing that would get Brad to stop
wanting to dig through there anymore."

	"I gotta tell you, Mike." Coach Jackson sighed, sitting down and
taking the phone from me. "Imagine the ego on that kid of yours combined
with my temper and then multiply that by three. . ."

	"I can only imagine, Dan." Mike laughed. "They sure make great
grandkids though."

	"Never a dull moment in our house. God I love these little
bastards." Coach Jackson replied, picking Michael and Christopher up and
setting them in his lap, kissing each of them on the cheek. "Sometimes
they're so much like that kid of yours it's scary."

	"I don't know, Dan." Mike grinned. "I see just as much of you in
them."

	One of the boys poked his father's cheek and asked in a tone so
perfectly matching Coach Jackson it was uncanny, "So are we gonna eat or
what?"

	Mike laughed, grinning. "And I rest my case."

										-

	I had my alarm set Christmas morning extra early to make sure I'd
have time to get all the presents ready to go by the door. I wasn't due at
Brad and Coach Jackson's house until 9, but knowing those boys, there was a
good chance they'd be bouncing up and down excited as soon as the sun rose.

	But instead of waking up to the sound of an angry alarm buzzer in
my ear, I woke up to the feeling of someone kissing the back of my neck and
wrapping their arms around me.

	I was sure I was dreaming. Mike wasn't supposed to be home until
later this week. I let myself pretend he was here in bed with me, holding
me close. It was the most wonderful feeling.

I heard him sigh happily against me, causing me to jump.

	"You mean you really are here?" I jerked my head around, seeing my
husband laying in bed next to me still in his suit and tie.

	"I really am here." He laughed, kissing me. "I didn't want to wake
you."

	"I- I don't even- what time is it?"

	"It's late." He whispered, kissing me one more time. "Or early. I
didn't want to get your hopes up in case I couldn't make it home in time."

	I could see out the blinds of the window that it was still night
time. I couldn't help but hum, I was so happy he was here.

	"Go back to sleep." He whispered into my ear, pulling the covers up
on us, and wrapping his arms around me, holding me close to him.

	And just like that, I was sound asleep again. The kind of sleep
that only comes from Mike Williams pressed up against me, right where he
belonged.

										-

	When we got downstairs in the morning I could see a new pile of
presents placed by the door, all wrapped in different colorful wrapping
paper.

	"You didn't. . ." I laughed. "As if we didn't have enough for them
already." I gestured to the previous presents waiting at the door.

	"So I like spoiling my grandkids." He blushed. "Sue me."

	"Think we can get this all in one haul?" I asked, starting to stack
presents on top of one another and lifting them.

	"It's not exactly a long trip." He winked, managing to get the
other half and closing the door behind us.

	And with that, we set off down the block, presents in hand, walking
a few houses down until we stopped at the house I had once called home so
many years ago.

	Knowing how much Brad loved growing up here in this house, it was
no surprise at all that he wanted his children to learn to take their first
steps in the same home he learned to. To be able to run around and play in
the same back yard he played in growing up. When Kate comes over for dinner
to see the boys it sometimes feels exactly like it did 13 years ago. Like
I'm coming home from high school and grabbing a quick snack from the fridge
before lugging my backpack upstairs to do homework or chop zombies in half
with Brad until Kate or Mr. Williams called us down for dinner.

	It's just one of those constant reminders of how different life is
now than it was then, while also still feeling like nothing's changed.

	As we walked up the front steps of the house, one of the curtains
in the living room window parted and we could see six little pairs of eyes
watch as we got to the door.

	"Pop-Pop is here!" We heard them squealing as Michael ran to open
the front door in his pajamas. "Pop-Pop!" He yelled happily as he ran out
to meet us, jumping into Mike's arms as I caught the presents he'd been
holding.

	"Hey there, monkey!" Mike grinned, giving his grandson a couple of
kisses on the cheek.

	"Pop-Pop!" Christopher and Jonathan cheered, running out to join
us.

	Brad and Coach Jackson followed them, taking some of the presents.

	"Glad it worked out, Dad." Brad said, giving him a hug.

	"I take it you two knew about this?" I asked, gesturing to Mike.

	"He may or may not have tipped us off yesterday morning that he was
trying to get everything done in time to be here." Coach Jackson
winked. "Merry Christmas, bud." He said, giving Mike a hug.

	"A merry Christmas indeed." Mike smiled, a grandkid in each hand
and climbing onto his back.


									-


	As I was opening up one of my presents from Brad and Coach Jackson,
Christopher was hanging around my neck resting against my shoulder, clearly
fatigued from all the jumping around this morning. I could feel him almost
going to sleep pressed up against me.

	Coach Jackson looked over at us and smiled. "You know you're their
favorite person to do that to, Olujimi. They just love that spot."

	It was true, I often found myself being used as a headrest when one
of the boys got tired like this. Even when they were babies, I could always
get them to take naps on my shoulder. I think they sensed I was someone
calm.

	I nudged the little guy so he wouldn't fall asleep. "What's the
matter, Chris, did Santa not bring you everything you asked for?"

	He yawned, stretching for a second. "It's not that. Just tired."

	Brad laughed. "Well I'm not surprised, given how early you and your
brothers started jumping around this morning."

	I looked over at Michael and Jonathan, who seemed equally sleepy,
taking a break from racing their new toy cars with Mike.

	"Uncle O?" Christopher asked, looking up at me.

	"Hmmm?"

	"Right before Christmas break? In pre-school? Mrs. Finch asked us
to draw a picture of our family." He giggled. "And when I was drawing you
and I said you and Pop-Pop were married she said that made you my grandpa
too!"

	"Well yeah, Stinky, technically I am."

	"But then why is your name Uncle O? Are you my grandpa or are you
my uncle?"

	Coach Jackson sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Christ, how fuckin
white trash are we?"

	"Language!" Brad scolded him.

	"Fuck off, Williams."

	Mike almost choked, dropping the toy car he was racing, he was
laughing so hard.

	"Laugh all you want, Dad." Brad shook his head. "I'll just have the
school send them over to your place when they all get thrown out of class
for swearing."

	"Sorry, son." Mike laughed, wiping the tears out of his eyes,
pulling himself together. "I just love how all these years later and Dan is
still not taking any `you know what' from you."

	"I tell you what, Mike, the day I ever do, I want you to take me
out back and put me down like Old Yeller." Coach Jackson replied. "You'll
know I've finally lost it."

	"You got it, Dan." Mike winked.

	"You gonna answer his question, Africa?"

	I looked down at Christopher again and cleared my throat, trying to
figure out how to approach this in a way they would understand it. "Well,
Mrs. Finch was right. I am your grandpa."

	"But you're not old like the other grandpas!" Jonathan giggled from
the floor.

"Well neither is Pop-Pop, is he?" I asked, looking over at Mike, handsome
as ever. "Pop-Pop looks a lot younger than all the other grandpas too,
right?"

"Yeah." Christopher nodded. "But he still looks older than you!"

"Well that's because I'm your uncle, too. I get to be both." I
smiled. "Because even though Pop-Pop and I are married, your daddy and I
are best friends. Better than best friends. We're brothers. And in some
ways, that's just as important as what I am to Pop-Pop. Does that make
sense?"

"I think so." Christopher replied sleepily, leaning his head down against
my shoulder again.

And just like that. It was naptime.

										-

	"So I was thinking, Coach." Brad sighed happily as they relaxed
after lunch, watching their children run around the yard laughing with each
other and playing with their overjoyed grandfather.

	"Yeah, Williams?"

	"I'm calling your bluff."

	"Oh this outta be good. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, turning to
look at him. "What about?"

	"About you and me. Finally doing it. I'm calling your bluff."

	"Ah hell, Williams, not this conversation again. . ." Coach Jackson
sighed, crossing his arms.

	"Would you just let me speak for a second without getting all
stubborn for once in your life?"

	"You know how I feel about it."

	"I do know." Brad nodded. "I've asked you before and you've always
said the same thing."

	"I can't help the way I am, Williams. I'm an old-fashioned
guy. Other people can do what they want. Whatever works for them. Just look
at your dad and Africa. More power to them. But for me, marriage means
something special. Like what my folks had. I want to honor them and what
their marriage meant to them. 67 years. If you want me to wear that ring,
you know the rules. I'm it. You and me, and that's it."

	A slow smile spread across Brad Williams's face as he considered
it. A completely monogamous relationship with the only man on earth he
could ever even consider meaning it with. Brad Williams was a sexual
being. He got off on the chase. His ability to draw people in and win them
over was unparalleled. He'd spent the last 15 years fucking anyone he
wanted. The world was his playground. He'd experienced every hot fantasy he
could imagine and more.

	Except one.

For some reason, the hottest fantasy of all, the ultimate fantasy of all
fantasies, was managing to pull off the ultimate catch. The true taming of
the only other man with a sexual appetite as strong and voracious as his
own. Knowing that in this vast world of sexual opportunity, the only
attention he wanted was from the man sitting beside him. The father of his
children.

 	Coach Jackson let out a deep breath. "I know what that would mean
for you. What you'd be giving up."

	"Yeah. . ." Brad nodded. "But you're worth it, Coach."

	Dan looked his athlete in the eye, understanding he was being
serious. It still amazed him how much of that pretty-boy quarterback he'd
been so completely mesmerized by 13 years ago was still there. "You're not
shitting around here. You really mean it, don't you, Williams? You'd be
willing to just have me for the rest of your life? No one else?"

	"Nothing would make me happier, Coach." Brad answered,
smiling. "And you'd be willing to be the one man responsible for the rest
of my orgasms as long as we live?"

	"Nothing would make me fuckin happier, Williams. God help me."

	They looked into each other's eyes, feeling a rush come over them
as they considered it. Being content in each other for as long as they
shall live. Though their lives had definitely quieted down since becoming
parents, and the crazy, ludicrous, salacious orgies were long a thing of
the past, they'd never quite closed that door for good. Until now.

	"Well alright." Coach Jackson sighed, reaching into his side pocket
and pulling out the silver band he'd been given many years ago. He'd always
kept it with him, even if he couldn't wear it on his finger. He slipped it
on his ring finger, causing Brad to breathe in, smiling. "I guess you're
really gonna do it. You're really gonna wife we up."

	"I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Coach." Brad said,
feeling a wave of pride come over him as he watched the man he loved
wearing his ring. "I like that ring on you. I like people knowing you're
mine."

	"Yeah, well the same goes for you, Williams. I'm just as much yours
as you are mine, and don't you fuckin forget it." Coach Jackson leaned over
and kissed him gently, bringing his athlete's hand down to his ass and
letting him rub along his taint through his pants. "Just so you know." He
whispered in his ear. "Even 20 years from now, I'm still gonna make you
work for it." He muttered, kissing him and pulling at his lip. "Always
gonna make you earn it. That's never gonna change."

	"I wouldn't want it any other way, Coach. I never want you to stop
making me work for it."

	"You've been getting this regular all these years because you earn
it each and every time." The giant man nodded. "I've never let you have it
just `cuz.".

 "And just so you know." Brad replied, kissing him. "Even 20 years from
now, I'll still be getting laid just as good as I'm getting laid now."

	"Aw fuck, Williams." Coach Jackson huffed, thrusting his tongue in
his mouth. "You're gonna have me just as hot to put out for you then as I
am now, aren't you, you cocksure son of a bitch?"

	"Always have, always will."

	Brad slipped his tongue into Coach Jackson's mouth one last time
before they broke away from each other, feeling the cool breeze rush over
them.

	They sat like that for a good while, closing their eyes as they
listened to the joyful, innocent laughter around them.

	"Hey." Dan Jackson muttered, reaching out to take his athlete's
hand in his as they watched their boys running around as they played, not a
single care in the world. "I love our life."

	"Me too, Coach." Brad Williams smiled, squeezing him tight.

	And even though they didn't know how their life could possibly get
any better than it was at that very moment, they couldn't help but feel
their best days were still yet to come.