Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 20:01:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Joseph Travis <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 8

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      			Chapter 8


      Later that week Brad came into my room good and bothered. "What's the
matter with you?" I asked laughing as he sat down on the couch and crossed
his arms like a child.

	"Coach Jackson isn't putting out. He says the aggression will be
good for the game next Friday."

	"I seeÉ" I said nodding my head. "Wow, you must be going crazy
then. I mean, the idea of you not getting to blow a load for over a week
must be-"

	"Absolute hell." He finished for me.

	"Welcome to the real world, brother." I laughed, knowing full well
I would be getting laid later that night just like every other night this
week when Mr. Williams sneaks into my room at night for a midnight fuck.

	"This blows." He sulked.

	"Have you tried giving Jason a call?" I asked sympathetically.

	"You mean Ken? He's probably too busy picking out wallpaper and
china patterns with his beard at The Barbie Dream House." He spat, rolling
his eyes.

	"I see. He and Rachel are still going strong?" I asked.

	"As strong as a closeted power bottom and his beard can be." He
smirked. "You know, maybe I should just go over there and ask him what his
deal is."

	"Brad, don't you dare go over there. Come on, man, that's not you."
I said raising my voice.

	"You're right." He muttered. "Thanks Ollie. I'm just going crazy
with pent up hormones over here."

	"Have you considered that maybe Coach Jackson has a point?"

	"I don't know. Maybe he does. And he did promise me he'd take me up
to his family cabin over the weekend if we won the game. He told me he'd
let me fuck him on a jet ski." He said excitedly.

	"Is- Is fucking someone on a jet ski something particularly
enticing to some people?" I questioned.

	"I don't know. Never done it. Sounds fun." He answered.

	"Well then I hope it's everything you want it to be and more." I
replied. I pictured Coach Jackson's mountainous body trying to balance
itself on a jet ski while Brad rammed his ass and couldn't quite see the
appeal, but hey, whatever floats your boat, so to speak.

	"How do you do it, man? Go so long without getting laid, I mean."
He asked.

	I gulped. I hated lying to him but I knew I had to keep this from
him, for many reasons. "I just- I mean- I don't know. You just deal with
it." I lied.

	"Whatever. I just don't want to turn into a nerd if I don't get any
ass." He sighed, throwing one of my textbooks on my bed as he got up from
the couch and headed to the door.

	"Don't worry about that, you'd have to abstain for 50 years for
that to happen." I managed to get out with a slight smirk.

	"Oh fuck off." He laughed, shutting the door and heading out.


	That night Mr. Williams stayed in my bed for a while after I had
fucked him. We just talked. I was my happiest when I was able to hold him
close to me in my bed. I would give anything to be able to do that without
worrying we would get caught.

	"Ollie, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so happy
right now." He sighed, rubbing my shoulder.

	I was playing with his chest hair absentmindedly and smiled. "I'm
glad I can make you feel that way, sir." It felt kind of odd calling him
sir when my load was still dripping out of his ass but it was just the way
I felt about him. I deeply respected this man.

	"Maybe one day we can really be together. But you know I can't do
that right now." He said, sadly.

	"For a million reasons." I agreed. "This is just fine for now." I
said, holding him close.

	We lay there for a while, just holding each other.

	"Mr. Williams?" I asked.

	"What is it?" He replied.

	"I was thinking about how great the sex is between us and how new
you are at this. And I was just wondering if it hurts your feelings that I
haven't bottomed for you."

	He said nothing for a while. "Honestly Ollie, I'm not really hung
up on it. I know how you feel about me and you don't have to prove it. I
think what we're doing is exactly the way it should be." He smiled, rubbing
my chest. "Besides", he said kissing me. "I've spent my whole life being
the one who does the fucking. If I was fulfilled doing that I wouldn't be
here laying in bed with you with your load still dripping out of my ass,
now would I?"

	"So you're not feeling used or anything?" I asked.

	"There may come a time where I ask you to let me fuck you." He
said. "But for now I am more than happy being the bottom in this
relationship."

	"You know I would do that for you." I replied. "If you really
wanted me to."

	He leaned down and kissed me. "I do know that." He reached his hand
down my body and grabbed my semi hard dick. "Now why don't you take this
big black cock of yours and remind me just why I love being the one getting
fucked so much."

	"Whatever you want, Mr. Williams." I smiled, kissing him and
crawling on top of him for another round.



	Brad Williams threw off his jersey after a day of practice in the
piping hot heat, the commotion of the other guys changing into their
clothes going on around him.

	"In my office, Williams." Coach Jackson commanded from his doorway.

	The other guys looked at Brad as if he should be scared, but Brad
didn't flinch.

	Brad threw on a shirt and followed him in.

	"I just wanted to say good job today on the field. Damn good job."
Coach Jackson praised from his chair.

	"Thanks Coach. Is that it?" Brad asked.

	"Just one more thing." Coach Jackson said, getting up from his desk
and walking over to his star player. He leaned down and kissed his athlete
tenderly on the lips as he reached his muscled arm to the door and locked
it.

	Brad's severely neglected cock gave a jolt. "What happened to no
fucking until after the game?" Brad asked, breaking away from his Coach's
mouth for a second.

	Coach Jackson ignored him and placed Brad's hands on his muscle
daddy ass.

	"Oh fuck, Coach, I need that ass." Brad moaned.

	"You can have it, Williams." Coach Jackson replied, reaching his
hands underneath his athlete's shirt and playing with his pecks while they
made out.

	"Oh fuck yeah." Brad groaned. He brought his hands up to the tight
waistband of his coach's slutty little windshorts and started to pull them
down.

	"After you win me that game on Friday." Coach Jackson muttered,
pulling his tongue and his meaty ass away. He slowly walked back to his
desk and smirked.

	"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Brad said angrily, panting.

	"Win me that game on Friday and I'll let you have my ass for 72
hours, Williams. Whenever, wherever you want. No questions asked." Coach
Jackson reminded him from his desk.

	"So you just did this little stunt to fuck with me?" Brad
questioned, glaring at him.

	"Just a little something to remind you how much you want to win
this game." Coach Jackson said, smirking.

	"Oh I'll win that game." Brad said confidently, getting up. "And
I'll make sure you remember this little stunt you pulled when I'm fucking
that tight ass of yours in every single square inch of that cabin this
weekend." Brad countered.

	"I'm counting on it." Coach replied with a wink.


	Over the next few days Brad lived and breathed football. He made me
practice with him outside after dinner each night with me throwing him
impossible throws for him to catch. The guy was a star. I knew there would
be no way he wasn't earning that weekend with the coach up at his cabin
this weekend. Secretly I wanted Brad to win so that Mr. Williams and I
could have the house to ourselves this weekend. Kate was going to be out of
town at a conference and with Brad out of the house Mr. Williams and I
could officially christen each and every room of this three story house by
the time the weekend was over. Hell, knowing us we could christen each and
every room by Saturday afternoon.

	By Friday night I was expecting Brad to be a bundle of nerves but
he was totally relaxed and cool. An extremely confident dude by nature, he
knew what he had to do tonight.

      Out on the field he was a superstar. He had made two touchdowns by
the time the first quarter was over, catching a hail mary pass with 4
seconds to go. The crowd went absolutely wild but Brad just looked over to
the bench where Coach Jackson was standing and brought up a finger and
pointed it right at Coach and then pointing it at his own chest. You didn't
need a translator for that. He was letting Coach know his ass was
his. Coach Jackson just nodded his head. He understood.

	By the end of the game it was 48-10. It was a runaway. The team and
I celebrated in the locker room, each one of us patting Brad on the back
for a job well done. But Brad's mind was on something else. Someone else.

	"Dude, Brad, you coming with us to Jesse's house tonight? It's
supposed to be wild." Dante asked, giving Brad a high five.

	"You guys have fun. I've got a trip to pack for." Brad replied,
looking up from his locker right into Coach's eyes standing in the doorway.

	Coach Jackson nodded and went back into his office. Brad and I went
to the showers and I patted his back to congratulate him. "You earned it,
man. Go take what's yours."

	"Trust me, brother." He said grinning for the first time all
night. "I intend to."