Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2015 07:05:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 13

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		     Horny Exchange Student Chapter 13



      By the time Sunday morning came around the two insatiable Williams
men had spread enough Williams DNA over the state of California that they
could have populated a small city. That is, if the Williams seed hadn't
been exclusively shot all over the bed sheets, walls, floors, and pool of
the Williams home and deep within the confines of Head of Athletics
Department Dan Jackson's ass. But even still, when Dan Jackson opened his
eyes to greet Sunday morning and saw his athlete's cock standing proudly in
his deep sleep he couldn't wait to sit on that fat jock dick yet again.

      He brought a finger to his own hole to make sure he was still good
and lubed up from the night before (silly Coach) and positioned himself
quietly over his athlete as he sat down on that thick cock.

      "Mmmm" Coach Jackson moaned as he rode his athlete.

      Brad Williams began to stir. "Come on, Coach, didn't you get enough
last night?" He said, groggily but instinctively grabbing his coach's meaty
ass cheeks pushing him down harder on his cock.

      "I'm feeling charitable." Coach Jackson grunted, his own rock hard
beer can cock slapping loudly against his abs as he sank down on his
athlete's cock. "I figured I might as well let you drain your balls into me
before we hit the road. You know it might not be as easy to get me to put
out when we get home."

      "That's complete bullshit and you know it, Coach." Brad smirked. "If
you wanted another ride just admit it. You know as well as I do all I have
to do is look at you and you'll put out for me. It couldn't be easier to
get you to give it up for me."

      Coach Jackson ignored him, finding the perfect angle for his prostate
to get hit just right.

      "I have options you know." Brad said, pinching his coach's giant
nipples possessively. "There are plenty of people who would bend over for
me if I wanted it. And they'd thank me after I fucked the cum out of
them. You, on the other hand. If you have an itch you need scratched, and
trust me, you'll want it scratched, you know I'm the only one who can
scratch it just right."

      "Mmmff" Coach Jackson groaned as Brad started fucking him hard.

	"Sure, you may think you have options." Brad continued, biting his
coach's nipple. Coach Jackson winced and jacked himself off even
harder. "You may even get desperate enough to let someone else have your
hole. I can't stop you from doing that. But you know I'm the only person
who will ever truly possess you."

	"Oh fuck." Coach Jackson groaned as he felt his athlete's cock
pound relentlessly into his prostate.

	"I'm the only one who will every truly own your ass."

	"Fuck, Williams." Coach Jackson said through gritted teeth he shot
all over his chest.

	"I'm the only one who can fuck the cum out of you like this." Brad
said, going for his own nut now.

	"You can keep up the tough guy act all you want, Coach. I get off
on it. It just makes me want to fuck you that much more." Brad sank his
cock as deep as it would go and planted his seed inside of his burly coach.

	"You feel that, Coach?" Brad said as he continued shooting. "That's
me owning your ass. That's me taking what's mine."

	Coach Jackson panted as his own cum was running down his chest.

	"So you can play hard to get all you want. But we both know if I
want your ass you'll gladly give it to me. With a big satiated smile on
your face like there is now."

	"And besidesÉ" He added. "I get off on the chase." He patted his
coach's face cockily as he withdrew his cock.

*****************************************

	Back in Sacramento Mr. Williams and I had finished cleaning the
house and we collapsed exhausted in bed.

	"What time is Brad coming back?" I asked him, resting my hand in
his.

	"He said there'd be no service where he and his friends were
staying but he said he probably wouldn't be back til later tonight. But
Claire should be back anytime now." He said with a hint of sorrow in his
eyes. I knew what he meant. He loved his wife. And he adored his son. But I
knew this weekend had been special to him.

	"So I guess that means no more funny business?" I laughed.

	"If we hadn't already changed the sheets." He said, looking down at
his freshly made bed. "We can put a towel down." He grinned.

	"I like the way you think." I replied, getting up and grabbing a
towel from the closet and throwing it across the bed.

	"Keep your ears open. We need to be careful." He said, unbuttoning
his shirt and kissing me.

	"One last hoorah." I said sentimentally as I grabbed his ass.

	"Until tomorrow night as usual." He grinned.

*********************************************

      Brad and Coach Jackson sat on the dock watching the sun set over the
lake. Coach Jackson had a beer in his hand and Brad had a Sprite. Of all
the things Coach Jackson allowed his athlete to do, supplying alcohol to an
18 year old wasn't something he was willing to do. Brad decided not to put
up a fight on this one.

      "You know something, Williams." Coach Jackson said, taking a sip from
his beer. "I know we give each other shit. It's just what we do. But I say
we had a pretty good time this weekend." His big, muscly arm flexed as he
brought his beer up to take another sip, his chest muscles highlighted
menacingly.

      "I'll say." Brad replied, taking a sip from his soda. "But don't get
too sentimental on me, Coach. I'll still find time to fuck you when we're
back home."

      Coach Jackson laughed and kicked the cocky athlete playfully with his
foot and then stood up, stretching. "I think it's time we hit the road,
Williams. Good thing we packed the car when we still had daylight."

      He extended his beefy paw out to his athlete to help him up. Brad
took it and hopped up.

      "One last thing before we go, Williams." Coach Jackson said, looking
his athlete in the eyes, sizing him up.

      Coach Jackson gave a cocky smirk and pushed his athlete back, sending
him straight into the water.

      "What the-!" Brad shouted, breaking out of the water.

      "Look at you!" Coach Jackson howled with laughter. "You're fucking
soaked, man!" He laughed, slapping his knees.

      "Oh you're going to get it, Coach." Brad yelled, trying not to laugh
as he hoisted himself up onto the dock.

      "Yeah? What are you going to do, tough guy?" Coach Jackson taunted
him, pulling down his swim trunks slowly so two meaty ass cheeks came into
view.

      "On your knees, Coach." Brad commanded, wiping his hair back.

      "Make it count, Williams. It's the last shot at my ass you'll get
from our little deal we had. If you want me to put out from now on you're
going to have to earn it." Coach Jackson grinned, getting down onto his
knees and presenting his hole to his vengeful athlete.

      ***************************************

      "What up, fam!" Brad called out as he entered the Williams home at
9:30 that night.
      "Brad? Is that you?" Mr. Williams called back from inside the
kitchen. "Welcome home, son!" Mr. Williams beamed, embracing his son in a
big bear hug when Brad walked into the kitchen, setting his bag down on the
table.

      "Hey man." I said to him, patting him on the back after he and his
father finished their hug.

      "I heard about the game, honey! I called your dad after each
quarter. My whole firm was wanting to know the scores. I'm so proud of
you!" Kate said excitedly.

      "Thanks Mom. Wish you could have been there but I know how much you
wanted to be there." Brad said warmly.

      "What's with your hair?" I chuckled, playing with a cowlick that
graced the handsome head of the otherwise perpetually well-groomed football
star.

      "One of the guys decided to grow a pair and pushed me into the lake
right as we were leaving." Brad replied, his stare honing in on me.

      "Wow, no kidding . . And did you. . . Get even with him?" I
questioned cryptically.

      "I think he knows who's on top. I got even with him. Twice."

      I rolled my eyes and ruffled his hair some more as he took a bite of
leftover hamburger from earlier that night.

      "So what were you two nerds up to?" Brad asked, looking at
Mr. Williams and me.

      "Oh you know." Mr. Williams shrugged. "We just did our thing. It was
a pretty quiet weekend. I cleaned the house and did lots of laundry." He
added, a twinkle in his eye.

      "Wow, Dad. Don't blow us away with too much suspense." Brad laughed.

      "Your old man does okay, son." Mr. Williams said, giving his son a
pat on the back.

      "If my life ever gets that boring, kill me." Brad whispered to me as
his parents started going up to bed.



      I had been expecting this huge change in Brad but over the next week
or so things were oddly back to normal. From the way Brad talked about his
weekend with Coach Jackson it was clear they had fun. A lot of fun. But
that was all it was. These guys weren't in love. They were using each other
to get off. It was completely different from what I had with
Mr. Williams. It seems silly that I ever thought we would have the same
type of relationship.

       I noticed Brad was becoming an even better athlete than before. I
suppose most other football stars would stop trying to up their game when
they had conquered their superior like Brad had done with Coach Jackson but
it seemed to only make Brad want to play better. When Brad messed up on the
field Coach Jackson was right there to chew him out about it. When Brad
fucked up Coach Jackson told him he fucked up. I couldn't imagine the
dynamic that encompassed whatever thing they had going on but it certainly
was not interfering with the team.

      It was also getting more and more difficult internally to keep this
huge secret from Brad that his own father was sneaking into my room every
single night to get fucked. In a way I felt like because I was so close
with Brad I was betraying him. I know the way his mind works. He sees me as
a fellow alpha. Not only would it turn his whole world upside down to find
out his father was into dudes, but the fact that his father was an
unabashed bottom would just not compute with Brad. I wish he didn't see it
that way, but I know he does.

       We were sitting in my room playing video games one Saturday
morning. Brad comes in here whenever he's bored and we talk about life in
general, which always seems to lead to our conquests.

      "You still fucking that older dude?" Brad asked bluntly as he was
sawing a zombie in half, not even blinking.

      I hesitated for a second. "It's kind of off and on." I lied, hoping
he didn't pry.

      "Yeah? I know how it is. But they always come back for more dick." He
grinned proudly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

      I sat there, trying to figure out how to reply, but he started
talking again. "Dude, I don't know why you won't just tell me who he is or
how it all started. We're brothers. It's not like I hold anything back when
I tell you about whenever I get laid."

      "Yeah, and maybe you shouldn't be so forthcoming." I laughed, nudging
him on the shoulder.

      "Whatever, dude. It's cool if you want to keep things private."

      "Thanks, man. And I don't want it to hurt your feelings that I'm
keeping it to myself. It's just. . . . It's complicated."

      "Look, I get it, Ollie. I just want you to know that you can trust
me. But if you know in your gut that you should keep it to yourself then
that's what you need to do."

      Brad Williams really surprises me sometimes. Sure, 99% of the time
he's the stereotypical jock who just thinks with dick and where he's going
to blow his next load, but then he'll show a surprising amount of maturity
when it counts.


      That night Mr. Williams had his head resting on my shoulder as we
talked. We had just finished an exceptionally good fuck session and we were
enjoying coming down from our highs.

      "Mike?" I said quietly.

      He looked up at me, questioningly, as I so rarely ever address him by
his first name.

      "Do you ever think about what would happen if Brad found out about
us?"

      He sighed and I could feel his chest hair grazing my arm. "I think
about it all the time." He said after a while. "It'd be one thing to have
Kate find out. But in some strange way I feel like it would be even worse
for Brad to find out."

      That made me feel sad. Some weird part of me was just hoping Brad
would find out and just immediately be happy for us but I knew that wasn't
really realistic.

      "You don't have to worry about the gay thing." I said, trying to find
the right words to say. "He's a really tolerant guy when it comes to that
stuff."

      "I know that. I raised a really great son. I'm not worried about
that. It just seems like a betrayal."

      "I know what you mean." I sighed.

      "I never thought this would be me. . ." He said sadly.

      "What do you mean?" I asked.

      "This. This whole sneaking around on my wife and hiding from my
son. I thought I was better than that."

      "You know it's not like that, Mr. Williams."

      "I know it's not so black and white." He said, easing a little. "I
just wish there was just some magic solution where you and I were happy,
and Kate was happy, and Brad was happy."

      "And I could still fuck you every night?" I laughed, patting his
chest.

      "And you could still fuck me every night, yes." He laughed, holding
me tight.

      We stared at the ceiling for a while as we thought.

      "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, Ollie." He mused, pensively.

      "I do know one thing, Mr. Williams." I said, looking at him.

      "What's that, Ollie?" He asked.

      "I love this man." I said, kissing him softly.

      "Me too, Ollie." He said, running his hand along my back. "I may not
like having to sneak around and lie. But I can't go back to the way things
were. You're worth it."

      His watch gave a quick beep and we sighed. He leaned over and kissed
me and then got up to start putting his underwear and robe back on to make
his way back to his own bed.

      He waved goodbye as he quietly opened my door and stepped out into
the dark. I laid my hand in the warmth where he had been next to me,
feeling as it began to grow cold. Mr. Williams was right about one
thing. What we have wasn't perfect, but it's sure worth fighting for.