Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2015 20:27:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 7

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				 Chapter 7



      The second Brad Williams got home from his after school session with
the hunky Coach Jackson the first thing he did was run upstairs.

	"Knock knock." Brad said, tapping his knuckles on the door
announcing his arrival in the same way his father does.

	What was it with Americans saying they're knocking instead of just
actually knocking? I thought.

	"Yes?" I called out from my bedroom. "What the hell happened to
you?" I asked, startled by how exhausted he looked. "Let me guess. You
didn't have the guts to tell Coach Jackson you wanted to fuck him so he
made you do laps for bothering him while he was in his office?"

	"Oh OllieÉ You should know by now that if I want ass I'll get
it." Brad said, grinning.

	"NoÉ Don't tell me you actually did it!" I gasped.

	"Of course I did. He barely even made me work for it." Brad said
casually.

      "Dude, I can't believe this. Tell me about it." I implored him.

	"Fucked him over his own desk and then he rode me while I sat in
his own chair."

	"You fucked Coach Jackson over his own desk? In his office?" I
gasped again.

	"Sure did. I even had to take my dick out and change positions so
he wouldn't cum too fast."

	"Wow, so Coach Jackson is a bottom." I said incredulously.

	"Who said that?" Brad asked. "His ass is off limits to anyone else
but me. I didn't even need to tell him that. He just knows it. You don't
forget the guy who takes your cherry."

	"How would you know?" I countered, knowing full well Brad Williams
and his cherry were still very much in tact.

	"How would you?" He turned it around.

	"Fair enough. So you got to take his cherry?"

	"You bet your ass I did." He said proudly. "And I'm telling you, if
you thought I had a thick cockÉ"

	"No shit! I knew he had to be hung. I mean, just look at him." I
sighed. "You know, the brotherly thing to do would be to take a picture and
show me like I did for you."

	"First of all, you didn't show me that dude's face so it's unfair
that you know who my guy is. Second, do you really think I'm stupid enough
to take out my phone while my dick is up Coach Jackson's ass? He could
shatter my phone into a million pieces with only his pinky if he wanted
to."

	"Yeah, I certainly wouldn't want to make that dude angry." I
agreed.

	"And that's why I'm the one who got to take his ass. I'm not afraid
to show him who's boss."

	"I'll have you know I'm doing okay without him. Though I have to
admit, Coach Jackson is quite a get." I laughed.

	"Look at us. The two biggest studs on campus living under one
roof." Brad said proudly, patting my shoulder. Little did he know his dad
made stud number 3. After all, Mike Williams was getting laid just as much
as I was.


	The next day at practice I was looking at Coach Jackson and his
hulking frame just wondering what it must have been like to fuck a man like
that.

	"Watch it, that's my girlfriend you're ogling there." Brad teased,
sticking his hand out to block my vision.

	"I just can't believe you got him to let you fuck him."

	"Believe it. I think I'll fuck him again after practice if I'm
feeling it." He said casually.

	Coach Jackson spotted us and blew his whistle
powerfully. "Williams! Africa! What the fuck are you two standing there
for? Get your lazy asses out on that field now, you slackers or I'll make
you do laps!" He yelled from the stands.

	At that moment I gave Brad an eye roll and punched his
shoulder. "You liar. I can't believe I believed you." I said shaking my
head as I hustled to the field. I knew Brad was a proud person, so I was
surprised that he would lie to me about fucking Coach Jackson just to save
face. I should have known. Coach Jackson was way too scary to take on like
that.

	"Hold on a sec there, Olujimi." Brad called out, running after
me. He called me by my full name. This was serious. "Do you think I'm
lying?"

	"Through your teeth. Did you see the way Coach just talked to us?
There's no way you got that man to bottom for you." I replied.

	"Alright." He said, pausing for a moment to think.  "I suggest you
to get a drink from the water fountain below the bleachers in about 30
seconds."

	"Brad, what are you talking-"

	"Just do it." He pressed, turning to go to the front of the
bleachers while I sighed and went around to the back.

	I made my way to the water fountain underneath the bleachers and
waited. What was Brad doing? Through the slats in the bleacher floors I
could see Coach Jackson's huge ass and his towering frame. And then I began
to make out Brad walking his way up to meet him. Fuck, Brad, what are you
doing?

	"What is it, Williams?" Coach asked impatiently. "Connors! You call
that a throw! Start it over! And this time don't fuck it up!" Coach yelled
out to the field, blowing his whistle sharply.

      Brad knelt down as if he dropped something and then reached his hands
up to grab a hold of Coach Jackson's big muscle ass, squeezing a meaty
cheek in each hand. "What the fuck are you doing, Williams? Not here."
Coach Jackson panicked.

      I couldn't believe this was happening.

      Brad stood up and brought his lips just behind Coach Jackson's ear
and whispered just loud enough so that he knew I would hear him. "I want
you ass up in your office waiting for me at 4:30."

      Coach Jackson closed his eyes and waited for a second.  I couldn't
even imagine what he would say or how he would react to Brad's very public
display. Fortunately everyone out on the field was too busy trying to
escape his wrath by focusing on the ball rather than looking in our
direction.

      Coach Jackson whispered back, "That's in 20 minutes, Williams. And
practice doesn't end until 4:45."

      	Brad slipped his hand under Coach Jackson's shirt and ran his hand
along Coach Jackson's giant pecks. "Well then you better call it early
then, Coach. Especially since you're going to shower first so that you're
nice and squeaky clean for me."

      	Coach Jackson closed his eyes, conflicted. "Williams, there's no
time. Besides, the guys will want to shower before they go home so we won't
have the place to ourselves until at least 5:00."

      	"That reminds me." Brad said, giving one of Coach Jackson's nipples
a good pinch, making him wince and then moan. "You're going to give me the
keys to your office so I can use your private shower. My muscles have been
pretty sore lately since you've been working us so hard so I could use the
extra space to stretch out in the steam."

      	I couldn't fucking believe this. Brad Williams had the Head of
Athletics Coach Dan Jackson wrapped around his fucking finger. Hell, he was
fondling him out in the open during practice.

      	"You- You want to use my shower?" Coach Jackson questioned. "I
don't know, Williams, it's barely big enough for me in there alone."

      	"You'll use the team shower and wash off with the guys." Brad
commanded, brushing his nose softly on the back of Coach Jackson's
neck. Brad Williams had made seduction an art. "Just make sure your ass is
nice and fresh for me. I think you can manage without anyone noticing."

      	"Williams, I don't know about thisÉ" Coach Jackson said
apprehensively. "I've never showered with the team."

      	"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you and I'll leave." Brad
whispered into his ear, thrusting his groin against Coach Jackson's ass
with a loud smack.

      	Coach Jackson closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing his
whistle and blowing it with all the power he could. "Bring it in, boys. I'm
letting you guys out early today. Now shower up and go home." He yelled. He
swallowed apprehensively before surrendering his keys over to the cocky
athlete behind him.

      	Brad smiled proudly and released his hold on Coach Jackson, before
making his way toward the locker room, twirling coach's keys around one
finger.



      "Where did Williams go?" Dante, another guy on our team asked as we
were lathering up in the showers.

      	"I think he went home early. He wasn't feeling good." I lied.

      	"What the-" Dante started, bringing his attention to the front of
the showers.

      	The mountainous Head of Athletics Department Coach Daniel Jackson
slowly made his way into the stall, his massive muscles and gigantic beer
can cock on display for all of his players to see. The players watched him
with open mouths as he got under one of the shower heads and reached out a
muscled arm to turn the water on.

      	"What the fuck are you looking at? Never seen a real man's cock
before?" Coach asked, putting his hands on his hips and standing
proudly. "The water in my office is out. Now will one of you idiots hand me
the fucking soap?"

      "Here, sirÉ" Dante said nervously, handing Coach Jackson his body
wash. Coach Jackson lathered himself up as we all couldn't help but steal
glances of his hulking, muscular body and huge cock. I couldn't help but
laugh to myself as I thought about Brad taking Coach Jackson's shower for
himself and banishing him to the communal showers with the rest of us. He
was sending his conquest over to us so that we could get a good look at
what he was going to fuck. Here he was, the epitome of masculinity in his
players' eyes being sent off to be ogled at as we showered. It was a power
play if I had ever seen one. And after Coach Jackson finished washing
himself off, he turned around to head back to his office, his massive ass
on full display as we watched him leave, towel hanging off his shoulder.

      "Man, that guy is scary." One of the other players sighed as we began
to relax.

      "Did you see how huge his cock was? I'll bet he can score any chick
he wants." Another player remarked.

      "Yeah, I'll bet he's into chicks with really big tits. I'm talking
huge." Dante added.

       I smiled. "You just might be surprised at what men like Coach
Jackson are in to."





      I sat in the car waiting for Brad to finish up fucking our athletics
coach like a good brother. I could have been mad at him for making me wait
in the hot sun while he was getting laid but I had kind of pushed him into
proving himself so I didn't blame him. Besides, I was happy he was getting
laid. After about an hour I saw Brad making his way to the car with a
satisfied look on his face.

      "Sorry, brother. I could have been here 20 minutes ago but Coach
wanted to go another round." He said proudly as he got into the car.

      "Hey, no apologies, man. I'm happy for you." I said
truthfully. "Jesus, what's that on your neck?" I asked, pointing to a red
mark on his neck that was clearly either a hicky or a choke mark of some
sort.

      "What can I say? Coach likes it rough." Brad grinned, starting the
car.

      "ClearlyÉ I'd hate to see what you did to him." I replied, sitting
back as we pulled out of the parking lot.

      "He'll be fine." Brad grinned wickedly. "And you can have the car
tomorrow. He wants me back the same time tomorrow."

      "Well look at you two. Have you guys set a date?" I teased him.

	"You laugh all you want when you're no doubt reading your math
textbook tomorrow or nerding out with my dad on his computer software while
I'm out getting laid. But don't worry. I'll be sure to tell you all about
it when I get home."

	"I wouldn't worry about me." I said, reclining my seat and looking
out the window. "I'm sure your dad and I will find something to do."