Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 21:54:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 6

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      Chapter 6



      After the bell rang signaling the end of the day Brad gave his
host-brother the keys to his car and sent him on his way.

	"Are you sure you don't need the car?" His South African
host-brother had warned before getting behind the wheel.

	"Nah. I like to go for a victory lap or two after I get a really
good quality hunk to bend over for me." He said cockily. "The walk home
after fucking Coach Jackson would be just right."

	"Whatever man." His host-brother laughed, shaking his head as he
drove off.


	Brad got to the locker room making sure it was empty before
stopping at his Coach's office door. He knocked once.

	"What is it?" Coach Jackson called from his desk with his deep ,
masculine voice.

	"It's Brad Williams, sir." Brad called out.

	"Come on in, Williams." Coach Jackson commanded. "What is it,
Williams?" He asked, looking up from his paper work.

	"Well-" Brad began, standing in front of Coach Jackson's
desk. "This is going to sound a little unorthodox."

	"Just get on with it, Williams. I don't have all day." Coach
Jackson interjected. He was in great shape for a guy in his 40's. Hell, he
was in great shape period. His 6 foot 7 frame was reinforced with solid
muscle. He had a deep, manly voice that had commanded respect from his
athletes for the 20 years he had been coaching at this school. Athletes
that had won him countless trophies with their dedication to him and making
him proud.

	"You see, Coach. My brother and I have this bet." Brad began.  "I
told him I would fuck you by the end of the week. He disagrees." Brad said
simply.

	Coach Jackson looked up from his paper work and took in the sight
of this cocky kid.

	"What the fuck are you talking about, Williams?" He spat out.

	"It's pretty simple, Coach. My brother doesn't think you'll let me
fuck you. I say you will."

	God damn, this kid had a lot of nerve. "Where the fuck do you get
off talking to your superior like that, kid?" Coach Jackson yelled from his
desk. "You think you can talk to me like that?"

	"Well sure." Brad said innocently. "Especially because you'll be
begging me to fuck you harder when I've got you bent over your own desk
showing you how to fuck like a real man."

	"You are out of your fucking mind, Williams. I could throw you off
the team for this." Coach Jackson warned.

	"You're not going to kick me off the team, Coach. Not when I show
you the best fuck of your life."

	Coach Jackson was about to smack the cocky little smirk off of this
punk's face before he paused for a second. Coach Jackson had enjoyed more
than his fair share of tight jock ass in his career as an award winning
athletics director. Those tight little quarterback holes were basically
begging him to breed them after the bond they shared winning those state
championship titles. He conditioned them into only wanting to please
him. Winning him another trophy for his trophy case was pretty stellar but
having Coach Jackson breed your ass after a winning game was the highest
praise they could ever receive. It's what made the countless hours of
practice in the unforgiving heat, countless parties missed because you were
busy getting ready for the big game, countless weekends spent on the road
away from friends and family, all worth it. Getting Coach Jackson to dump
his seed into your ass was the reward that made it all worth it. Nothing
made Coach Jackson more proud than seeing a college football player on TV
scoring a game-winning touchdown knowing he had taken their ass back in the
day. All of those girls watching their TV's with their boyfriends secretly
wanting to throw themselves at them while he knew nothing those girls could
do could ever amount to when he bred that joke hole first. No. His players
would always remember him as the person who showed them how to fuck like a
real man.

	But Coach Jackson had given that life up for the past few
years. Ever since he had a close call almost getting caught fucking his
quarterback on the bleachers by one of the janitors he had resisted further
temptation. He would look at all of those tight jock asses making their way
past his office door but he would never touch. Did this kid know something?

	"Do you know something, Williams?" Coach Jackson asked from his
desk.

	This was certainly unexpected for the player staring down at his
coach from in front of his desk. But he was going to run with it.

	"Do you want to find out?" Brad countered.

	Coach Jackson said nothing as they sized each other up. Brad
silently unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the floor, his thick
cock standing tall in front of his superior.

	"Suck my cock, Coach." Brad commanded.

	Fuck this kid had a thick cock. And Coach Jackson loved sucking
cock. The bigger the better.

	Coach Jackson pointed to the trophy case behind his athlete. "Look
at that trophy case, Williams." Brad complied. "I've got 20 years of
experience telling cocky little jocks like you what to do and when to do
it. If I want to suck your fat cock it's because I want to suck your fat
cock, you little punk." He said, pointing at himself at the word `I'.

	Brad just smiled, cockily.

	"You got that, Williams?" Coach Jackson questioned.

	"I don't care what you need to do to justify it to yourself as long
as your lips are wrapped around my cock." Brad said simply.

	"You cocky little fucker." Coach Jackson muttered, getting up from
his chair, amused. He got right into Brad's face and stared him down. He
was impressed that his athlete did not flinch. He liked that. Most guys,
hell most men, would cower at the sight of his 6 foot 7 powerful frame
towering over them. He reached out and grabbed his athlete's thick
cock. "I'll bet a little punk like you doesn't even know how to use a big
cock like this. Such a waste of a big, fat cock."

	He knelt down and licked the head. Brad shuddered. Coach Jackson
continued, "Yeah, I'll bet you and your dumb jock friends get drunk off of
your stupid margarita flavored beers and have those slutty little
cheerleaders spit your cum out after you blow your pathetic little wads
after 30 measly seconds." He grabbed Brad's cock and waved it around,
enjoying the girth.

	He wrapped his tongue around the thick head and swallowed it all
the way to the base before releasing it again. "Cocky little kid coming in
here trying to be a man." He muttered before swallowing it all the way down
again.

	"Oh fuck, Coach." Brad groaned.

	"I've had guys like you." He said, waving his athlete's cock
around, watching his spit shine along its incredible girth. "Thinking
they're God's gift to the fucking Earth."

      He swirled his tongue around the piss slit, playing with a drop of
precum."And then I show them what it means to be a real man." He said,
bringing a hand up to Brad's muscular ass and squeezing it. "And I get them
to do whatever I want. When I want." He swallowed Brad's cock and held it
deep down his throat.

	"Fuck, Coach!" Brad shouted, holding his superior's head down on
his cock.

	Coach Jackson released Brad's cock from his mouth and stood up,
towering over his athlete. Brad was a tall guy but even he had to crane his
neck up to stare into Coach Jackson's dark brown eyes. Coach Jackson pushed
his hands under his athlete's shirt and started playing with his muscular
pecks. He stuck out his rough tongue and licked all the way across Brad's
cheek before kissing him on the lips with a loud smack. He parted for just
a few seconds uttering, "I want that ass, Williams."

	Brad Williams pulled his head back and stared up at his hulking
superior. "Nuh uh. I don't get fucked." He said before kissing his coach
again. "But you do."

	Coach Jackson laughed as he thrust his tongue into his star
player's mouth. "You cocky son of a bitch, Williams."

	Brad reached his hands around his hulking Coach and grabbed two of
the meatiest ass cheeks he had ever seen. This 6 foot 7 authority figure
was solid muscle and all man. He pulled Coach Jackson tighter into him as
they continued assaulting each others' mouths with their tongues. Brad
squeezed his coach's ass hard.

	Coach Jackson pulled their faces apart briefly. "Suppose I did let
you have my ass, Williams." He said, giving his athlete's lip a quick
nip. "Are you man enough to take it?"

	Brad squeezed his coach's ass hard and rocked his big, thick cock
against it. "What do you think, old man?"

	"Fuck, kid." Coach Jackson finally relented, banging his fists hard
against his athlete's pecks. "It's yours. Take it."

	Brad slapped his ass hard. He slipped his fingers into the
waistband of Coach Jackson's slutty little wind shorts and pulled them down
revealing the thickest cock he had ever seen. He had heard of the term
"beer can cock" used to describe is own cock but what Coach Jackson had
swinging between his legs was a sight to behold.

	"Yeah, you like that big cock, Williams? You still think you're man
enough to take my ass?"

	"All the more fun to grab on to while I'm railing your ass, Coach."
Brad countered, thrusting his tongue into his coach's mouth.

	"Yeah? Prove it, kid. So far all I'm seeing is some cocky, dumb,
big-dicked jock with an even bigger mouth. It's time to see some action."

	"Shut the fuck up and tell me where the lube is." Brad commanded,
giving his coach a loud spank.

	"Now that's more like it, Williams." Coach Jackson winced. "Third
drawer on the left." He said, his huge muscles contracting as he pointed to
his desk.

	Brad retrieved it and squeezed a good amount onto his dick. "Get
over there and stick your ass out." He commanded.

	"Nuh uh, kid. We're doing this my way. I want to ride it." Coach
Jackson said, defiantly, gesturing for Brad to sit on his desk so he could
sit down on his athlete's big cock and stay in control.

	"Not gonna happen, Coach. I going to bend you over your own desk
and fuck the shit out of you like you've been wanting to do to all of those
dumb jocks you fantasize about. Except this time you're the dumb jock
getting fucked."

	Coach Jackson gave a devious grin and obediently walked over to his
desk, sticking his muscle ass out with a smirk. "You better fuck me like a
man, Williams, or I'll have to teach you how it's done."

	"Yeah, we'll see if you're still a tough guy when you're moaning
with my dick up your ass."

	"Not if you keep talking we won't. Come on, kid, man up and fuck
me. I didn't hand my ass over for the first time to some pussy who wouldn't
know what to do with it."

	Brad's cock throbbed. So this was Coach Jackson's first time
getting fucked? Even better. It was clear when Brad saw the massive cock
that Coach Jackson possessed he would find no trouble getting people to
bend over for him so the fact that he was letting him be the first one to
return the favor made Brad even more turned on.

	Brad moved behind his hulking, muscled coach and lined his thick
cock up with the virgin hole awaiting him. For the first time he saw a
trace of fear in his superior's eyes. "Go easy on me, Williams." Coach
Jackson pled, completely vulnerable.

	Brad popped the head of his cock into his Coach's virgin ass,
making him jump. " You're a tough guy, Coach I won't give you anything you
can't handle." And with that he sank his dick up his ass.

	"Fuck!" Coach Jackson yelled through gritted teeth. Brad stopped
his advance and paused for a moment. "Keep going, Williams." Coach Jackson
commanded. "I want it all in me."

	Brad complied and continued sinking more and more of his thick cock
up his coach's ass until his balls were resting against Coach Jackson's
giant testicles. "Fuck, kid, you've got a mean cock on you."

	"People might have trouble at first but they come around after a
bit." Brad smiled, kissing his shoulder gently.

	"Well don't just stand there. Show me what you got." Coach Jackson
commanded, reaching back to give his athlete a loud spank. "Don't make me
regret letting you have my ass.

	"Oh fuck!" He yelled as his athlete railed into him.

	"God damn, Williams." He moaned, relishing the sensation of his
star athlete's balls smacking against his. "Come on, fuck me like a man."

	The sound of skin smacking against skin filled the office as Coach
Jackson's testosterone loaded moans grew louder.

	Brad reached around the giant ass he was pounding and grabbed a
hold of Coach Jackson's beer can cock. It was rock hard and dripping
precum.

	"Yeah, you like that, Coach?"

	"Oh fuck yeah." Coach Jackson answered, loving the feeling of his
cock getting jerked while his ass was getting fucked.

	"You like getting fucked, Coach? You like getting fucked by a real
man?" Brad yelled, thrusting his thick cock into his coach as far as it
would go.

	"Fuck yeah I do. Fuck me, stud." Coach Jackson groaned.

	Brad reached across the desk and pulled the platinum plaque that
read "Coach Daniel Jackson" in big bold letters and dropped it right in
front of his coach's face.

	"You like handing your ass over to one of your players while he
fucks you on your own desk, Coach?" He grabbed Coach Jackson's head and
made him look at their reflection off of his prized trophy case. He knew
Coach Jackson took great pride in his trophy case. It was all about ego
with him. Only now all Coach Jackson could see was his mountainous,
muscular body being pinned down on his own desk as his ass was getting
railed by a student.

	"I love it, Williams. Fuck me on my desk. Take my ass and make it
yours, stud." Coach Jackson moaned.

	"Yeah, you waited to hand over this tight muscle daddy ass until
the right man came along, huh?" Brad said, giving his coach a loud spank.

	"Fuck yeah, Williams. Take my ass like a man." Coach Jackson
moaned.

	"All those trophies and all those years of muscle jocks like me
that would give anything to get a shot at this ass. But you held on to it
only to hand it over to me without even putting up a fight." He gave him
another hard spank.

	"I wanted to wait until a real man could fuck me." His coach
groaned.

	"Well you got it, huh coach?" Brad said as he sank his dick in to
the hilt.

	Brad jerked his coach's cock under him until he was
squirming. "I'm- I'm gonna cum, Williams. Keep fucking me!" He yelled,
gritting his teeth.

	Brad immediately released his grasp, Coach Jackson's huge cock
snapping up against his muscled chest with a loud smack. Coach Jackson
whined in frustration, his hand almost crushing the wooden desk they were
holding onto.

	"No, I'm not ready for you to cum yet. I don't want that big dick
of yours going soft on me after you blow your wad." Brad said as he slowly
withdrew his dick from his coach's ass and grabbed two meaty ass
cheeks. "Now since you've been good I'll let you ride me like you wanted."

	Coach Jackson stood up exhausted, sweat dripping from his forehead,
every muscle on his incredible body bulging out intimidatingly. His massive
cock red and angry, aching to dump out its load. "Where do you want me?" He
panted.

	"I'm going to sit in your own chair while you sit on my cock." Brad
announced, plopping down in Coach's desk chair like a throne. If Coach
Jackson was bothered by this cocky athlete fucking him in his own chair at
his own desk in his own office he didn't voice it. Brad grinned cockily as
he spread is legs in his coach's desk chair so that his thick cock stood up
proudly, waiting for his coach to sit on it.

	Coach Jackson obediently stood over his athlete and slowly sat down
on his cock, experiencing a completely new angle of penetration.

	"God damn, that's good." Coach Jackson groaned, positioning himself
so that his massive ass could rest against his star player's chest.

	"Yeah, take my big cock, coach." Brad commanded, running his hands
all over his coach's massive pecks.

	"Fuck me, Williams. Take my ass." Coach Jackson commanded, using
the sturdy arms of his desk chair to give him leverage to impale himself on
his star player's cock harder and harder.

	"Yeah, tell me who's fucking your ass, Coach."

	"You are, Williams." Coach Jackson panted, slamming his ass back
down to meet his thrusts.

	"Who does this ass belong to now, Coach?" Brad asked, reaching
around to start jacking off his coach's massive cock again. Precum was
being flung everywhere from the rapid slams Coach Jackson was backing onto
his cock.

	"It's yours, Williams. My ass is yours." Coach Jackson panted.

	"Yeah, you like getting fucked by a real man, Coach?"

	"Fuck yeah, stud. You earned it."

	"Yeah, take that dick like a man, Coach." He powerfully jacked off
the massive cock in his hand, saying, "Give me that load, Coach. I know you
have it."

	"You want that load, Williams?" Coach asked through gritted teeth.

	"I want that load, Coach. Give it to me."

	"You got it, kid. Come on, fuck it out of me. You're almost there."

	"I want it now, Coach."

	"Oh fuck, Williams, here it comes! Oh fuck!" Coach Jackson groaned
through gritted teeth. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He yelled as he erupted, spraying
cum all over the desk as his star athlete railed him harder.

	Brad marveled at the sight of his Coach absolutely drenching his
own desk in cum. He could feel the beer can cock in his hand throbbing
after each jet squirted out. The contractions Coach Jackson's hole was
making on his cock was too much and Brad Williams dumped his load up Coach
Jackson's hole, spreading his seed where no man had been before in this
hunk of a man.

	Brad released his coach's cock as he continued to shoot his load up
his ass. Coach Jackson was panting to catch his breath as he watched his
cum dripping off of his desk on to the floor below them. The paperwork he
had been working on all afternoon was absolutely soaked in his cum.

	They sat there and panted for a while. Coach Jackson leaned his
head down and kissed his athlete for a job well done.

	"Fuck, kid." Coach Jackson panted as they watched all of his cum
running down his desk. "That's a lot of cum."

	"Don't look at me, Coach. I made sure all mine ended up in one
place." Brad laughed, sticking a finger up his coach's hole and scooping
out a good bit of cum and smeared it on his coach's face.

	"You little fucker." Coach Jackson smirked, giving his star player
a big wet lick.

	"So was I man enough for you, Coach?" Brad gloated, teasing Coach
Jackson's big nipple.

	"You were definitely man enough, Williams." He reached down and
patted his athlete's abs approvingly. "Anytime you want it. This ass is
yours."

	"I'll keep that in mind." Brad said, hoisting himself from
underneath his towering frame and stretching. "It's nice to have options."
He picked up his underwear and started to get into them.

	"What, you're not going to help me clean this mess up?" Coach
Jackson asked, pointing to the mess splattered all over his desk."

	"It shouldn't take you too long. Here." Brad said, throwing him a
shirt.

	Coach Jackson gave him a smirk and began to mop up his cum with
it. "Wha-" He began. "You little fucker, this is my shirt!" He lamented,
holding up the wet shirt, frustrated.

	"Well you didn't expect me to walk home in a shirt soaking in your
own cum, now did you? It's your mess. You clean it up." Brad grinned
deviously as he put his own shirt on. "See you at practice tomorrow,
Coach." Brad said, opening the door. Before he left he stuck his head back
in and added, "Oh and if you can help it, try not to act like you're
desperate for my cock again while we're out on the field with the guys. You
know how embarrassing needy girlfriends can be."

	"Cocky little fucker." Coach Jackson laughed, throwing the wet
t-shirt at him just as the door closed.

	And with that, Head Coach of Athletics Dan Jackson diligently wiped
his desk clean of all of the evidence of their fuck session while Brad
Williams enjoyed his `victory walk' home, eager to tell his host-brother of
yet another easy conquest for the record books. "And to think Ollie said it
would be hard to get Coach to bend over for me." Brad thought, shaking his
head. "Not for Brad Williams it's not."