Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 06:32:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 18

My apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out, guys. I'm juggling
a bunch of stories here at Nifty at the moment and things have just been
busy in general. As long as you guys are interested in reading more, I'll
keep writing, so let me know if you're out there! jhtravus@yahoo.com

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      				Chapter 18

      For the rest of the weekend Mr. Williams and I were walking on egg
shells trying not to rock the boat. I wanted to make sure Brad was okay but
I knew he needed to be alone right now. The few times I saw him out of his
room were a little awkward to say the least, but it didn't seem like my
best friend and host-brother actively hated me. Even though he probably
should. I had always known that this day would come but I just wasn't sure
how or to what effect. I had imagined countless different outcomes when
Brad finally did find out about his father and myself. I guess on a scale
of Brad gleefully embracing the two of us with tears of joy in his eyes
while walking us to my bedroom and giving us a quick pat on the ass to send
us on our way to do our bidding, and him packing his bags never to return
again, we were pretty lucky. It was going to take some getting used to, but
we would be okay.

	In fact, I'd been so focused on being mindful of Brad's feelings
that when we were suiting up at practice on Monday seeing Coach Jackson
standing at the lockers made me jump. Oh yeah. I had tag teamed Coach
Jackson's ass over the weekend. That's right.

	"In my office, Africa." Coach Jackson commanded, making all of the
other guys stop their conversations and gulp. This wasn't going to be good.

	Brad looked over at me and shrugged. It was the first amount of eye
contact he had given me all day.

	I slowly made my way to Coach Jackson's office and inhaled slowly
before I opened the door and stepped inside.

	Coach Jackson sat at his desk and looked me over. I couldn't
imagine what he was going to say.

	"Coach, about what happened in here over the weekend, I-" I started
to say before Coach Jackson slammed his fist on his desk.

	"What the fuck do you think I brought you in here for, Africa?" He
said furiously, crossing his arms. "What makes you think you have the right
to ever talk about what happened in this office?"

	"I'm sorry, Coach,I-"

	"I'll do the talking. This has absolutely nothing to do with your
little birthday present Williams convinced me of giving you on Saturday."

	I listened to him, fidgeting nervously.

	"I'm not going to say this ever again because I don't do this sappy
shit, okay? It's just not me." Coach Jackson mumbled. "But if you ever hurt
that kid in there. . . Ever. . . I will make your life a living hell. You
got that?"

	His words hit me like a giant fist to the face. I was speechless.

	"That kid in there would die for you, you know that?" Coach Jackson
continued, getting red in the face. "And you turned around and showed him
the biggest disrespect one man can do to another man. You're fucking his
dad."

	 Coach Jackson looked at me, his eyes bearing into my entire soul.

	"Now I don't know why he's chosen to forgive the two of you. I
really don't. If it were me the two of you would be out of my life
forever." He continued, breathing heavily. "But that's because he's just a
better man than I am. Than the both of us. If he can forgive what you and
his old man were doing behind his back than that's his business." He leaned
in to where I could feel the raw masculine energy radiating off of him. I
was terrified. "I'm not going to tell you to stop doing what you're
doing. I know what it's like being 18 and having a huge cock and access to
a willing hole who will put out whenever I want it. Hell, the two of you
might even think you're in love. I realize the two of you need to figure
out whatever the fuck it is you two are doing. But if Brad Williams ends up
getting hurt in the end you two are going to have to answer to me."

	He leaned back in his chair, staring me down. "Have I made myself
clear?"

	"Coach, I-" I began.

	"All I want is a yes or no answer, Olujimi. Do you understand?"

	"Yes sir." I answered, meeting him in the eye.

	"That's all." Coach Jackson grunted, waving me away.

	When I walked out of the office all of the guys were staring at me,
trying to gauge the look on my face.

	Brad turned away and finished putting on his pads. I'm sure he had
no idea what had just happened and I'm sure he never will.

Over the next few weeks things started getting back to normal. Brad seemed
to be slowly becoming his normal self again. Things were still a little
awkward between the three of us but it was becoming better and better each
day.

	When the two of us got home from practice one day Mr. Williams was
sitting in the living room and jumped up excitedly when we walked through
the front door.

	He was pacing back and forth but there was a definite spring in his
step.

	"Someone's happy. . ." Brad observed, setting his stuff down on the
table, and looking at his father inquisitively.

	"I just got off the phone with Talc Electronics." Mr. Williams said
slowly.

	"Yeah?" I replied.

	"They just offered to buy my new software. Apparently there was a
bidding war with another company and they offered to triple my asking
price." He said, starting, to shake.

	"No way. . ." Brad said, his jaw dropping.

	"I've been working on this for the past 10 years." Mr. Williams
continued, having to sit down. "All that hard work. All those late
nights. It's finally here." He was clearly still in shock.

	"Mr. Williams, that's amazing!" I exclaimed, not being able to
contain myself anymore.

	"Dad, that's awesome! Seriously!" Brad said, giving his dad a
hug. "I'm really happy for you."

	Mr. Williams beamed with pride, looking at me for a second and then
stopping himself.

	"It's okay if you two want to hug each other. . ." Brad mumbled. "I
mean it's a pretty big deal."

	"You sure, son?" Mr. Williams asked, delicately.

	"Yeah, go on." Brad replied, gesturing to me. "Seriously, go on."

	I slowly got up and embraced Mr. Williams warmly. I was overwhelmed
by how much I had missed his touch. The two of us hadn't been intimate with
each other for weeks. His suddenly familiar smell hit me
immediately. Judging by his quiet inhale I could tell he was experiencing
the same feeling.

	"Oh come on, I thought you two were in love." Brad said as we broke
apart, looking at him.

	"Son, we don't want to-" Mr. Williams began.

	"I'm a big boy. I can handle it." Brad replied.

	"Are you sure, son?"

	"Yeah, I'm sure. What would you have done if I wasn't here?"

	"Well. . ." Mr. Williams started.

	"Oh come on, it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon!" Brad exclaimed,
shaking his head. "You two would be at it at 4 o'clock in the afternoon?"

	"Well. . . Yeah." Mr. Williams said, shifting in his stance.

	"Well I may be coming around." Brad said, walking over to the
stairs. "But I'm not that far along yet. Keep it PG when I'm in the room,
you two."

	The following week Brad and I were playing video games in my room
again. It was nice having things back to normal again. The way we were
kidding around with each other, it was like nothing had happened. Things
were good. My first Christmas in the states was really exciting. I'd heard
so much about it but I didn't understand just how nice it would be to be
surrounded by people who cared about me and just be a family. It was really
nice. Brad had bought me the new Call of Duty game and we were fooling
around with it now. I couldn't help but feel it was more of a gift for
himself to enjoy as well, but I had to admit I was growing to enjoy it.

	After a particularly nasty kill where I head scoped Brad's
character from across the map we both shouted out, him in frustration and I
with excitement.

	"So I successfully taught you how to kick ass at Call of Duty."
Brad laughed. "I guess your time here in the states hasn't been a complete
waste."

	"I feel like a true American now." I laughed.

	"Hey, man. I wanted to talk to you about something serious." He
said, setting down the controller.

	Wow, Brad Williams wanting to talk about something serious? This
was new.

	"What's up?"

	"So, you and my dad. . .You two really love each other?"

	"Yeah, man. We really do." I answered him honestly.

	He paused for a while. I continued on. "Look, I know it's not easy
for you."

	"It's not that, Ollie." He said, trying to find the right words to
say. "It's- It's just. . . How do you know?"

	"Do you really want to hear about this, man?" I asked him, trying
to gauge where his head was at. "Wait. . . Don't tell me. . ." I turned off
the tv and looked at him seriously. "Do you think you're falling for
Coach?"

	"No!" Brad dismissed me, waving me off. "I mean, come on, Ollie."

	"Well then what's this about?"

	"I don't know. . . I just. I want what you have. What you and my
dad have, I guess."

	"Uh huh. . . And do you think you could possibly have this with
Coach?"

	"I don't know." He shrugged, deep in thought. "I mean, it sounds
crazy."

	"So what if it sounds crazy? Does he make you feel good?" I asked
simply.

	"Well yeah, he makes me feel good." He laughed.

	"Brad." I rolled my eyes. "Does he make you feel good inside?" I
wasn't going to let him get evasive.

	"I don't know. . ." He sighed, confused. "I think maybe one day he
could?"

	"Well then what's the harm in trying things out?"

	"I guess you're right." He admitted pensively. "There's just one
thing, though."

	"Yeah?"

	"I guess I have to tell my dad. Right?" He asked kind of nervously.

	"Uh, Brad. I think your dad's pretty cool with the gay thing.,
considering . ."

	We both burst out laughing.

	"I guess you're right." He sighed. "And hey, it's not like my mom
is around enough to pay attention to what's going on."

	I sensed a bit of frustration in his voice. If Kate had been just a
"busy" mom before, she was now almost completely absent. Sure, she was
around when she was around, but it seemed like she spent more days out of
town on business than she did here. Brad was always seemed okay with it but
I knew deep down it kind of got to him. She'd even be missing New Year's
Eve next week. I really felt sorry for him.

	"So does this mean you're going to tell your dad you're in to
dudes?" I asked him delicately.

	"I guess so." He admitted. "You know, 2 years ago I was getting
laid every weekend with a different cheerleader on the team. And look at me
now."

	"I see a much more sensitive, complex, compassionate person than
the guy I met at the Sacramento airport back in the summer. I am looking at
you now, right now, and I don't know why you'd ever want to look back."

	He looked at me appreciatively and blushed. "Thanks man."

	"Don't mention it, brother." I smiled. "Now what do you say I teach
YOU how to head scope in Call of Duty, huh?"

	"You're on." He laughed, as I turned the tv back on and we got back
to our game.

	I was wrong. Things weren't back to normal. And they shouldn't
be. All three men in this house were complex individuals who were still
trying to figure out what exactly it is in life that we wanted to go
after. You've got Brad, the cocksure quarterback who had everything he
thought he wanted until he realized how much more there is to life besides
beer kegs and boobs. You have Mr. Williams, a seemingly set in his ways
quiet husband in his 40's who's had a reawakening in life that's given him
a reason to explore and broaden his horizons. And then you have me, the
African exchange student who walked into the lives of all of these
different people and turned everything on its head. I just hoped it was all
for the better.

	I knew dinner that night was going to be interesting. Mr. Williams
had grilled hamburgers for the three of us. Kate was, of course, at the
office.

	Once we were all seated around the table, I began to dress my
hamburger. Brad looked at me for a second and I nodded.

	"Dad, there's something I feel like you should know." Brad said
simply, as he sprinkled a bunch of Doritos onto his bun.

	Leave it to Brad Williams to be this confident even in a time like
this.

	"Yeah, son?" Mr. Williams asked curiously.

	"Now I know what you're going to say." Brad began. "But this has
been going on for a long time now and it really has nothing to do with
you."

	"Okay. . ." Mr. Williams said, apprehensively.

	"I'm kind of into dudes." Brad stated, biting into his hamburger
with a loud crunch.

	Mr. Williams dropped his fork.

	"Is this a joke?"

	I couldn't help but smile a bit. "It's not a joke, Mr. Williams."

	I thought Brad was going to say something but instead he just took
another bite of his hamburger and shrugged.

	"You're being serious?" Mr. Williams asked, cautiously.

	"Big time." Brad replied, chewing. "Is that a problem?"

	"Uhh, NO! That's not a problem, son." Mr. Williams laughed. "I just
can't believe it."

	"I guess something's in the air." I laughed.

	"I'll say." Mr. Williams laughed.

	"You seem to be smiling a lot for a dad who just found out his son
was into guys." Brad retorted.

	"Yeah, I guess I am." Mr. Williams laughed. "I just. . . I don't
know, son. I'm just even more proud of you than I already was, I guess."

	This actually made Brad put down his hamburger. "Really, Dad?"

	"What do you mean "really"? Of course really! You're an amazing
person, son." Mr. Williams beamed.

	"I really appreciate that, Dad. Thanks." Brad
blushed. "Just. . . Don't tell mom yet. Okay? I'm not really ready for that
just yet."

	"I get it, son." Mr. Williams replied.

	"There's one more thing, Dad." Brad added, cautiously.

	"Yeah, son?"

	"I'm kind of seeing someone."

	"That's fantastic! Who's the lucky guy?"

	I braced myself.

	"My football coach. . ." Brad mumbled.

	The smile on Mr. Williams's face fell. At first I thought he was
going to ask him if he heard him right but he just turned white instead.

	"Dad, say something." Brad pressed.

	"I'm going to kill him." Mr. Williams muttered, standing up.

	"What? Dad, come on, sit down." Brad sighed.

	"That son of a bitch." Mr. Williams grunted, clenching his fists.

	"Dad, stop! What are you doing?" Brad yelled.

	"Mike, sit down." I interjected.

	"It's completely out of line. I can't believe this." He said,
pacing around, angrily.

	"Mike, it's no different than you and me." I stated plainly.

	He paused and looked at me furiously.

	"It- It is not- It's completely-!" He stammered.

	"It is." I stood up, facing him and trying to comfort him.

	Mr. Williams looked at me and exhaled, finally. He slowly sank down
back into his chair.

	"You gonna be okay, Dad?" Brad asked.

	"Maybe later. Not now." Mr. Williams waved him off.

	"I get it. I'll back off for a while." Brad sighed, standing up to
take his plate to the sink.

	"Hold on a minute, son."

	"Yeah, Dad?"

	"Ask Dan what he's doing for New Year's Eve."

	"Shit." Brad winced. "Why, exactly?"

	"You'll understand when you're older, son. I want to meet this
guy. Under my roof."

	"Dad, you know Coach Jackson already."

	"It's not the same thing, son." Mr. Williams retorted, putting his
foot down.

	"Alright, Dad." Brad relented. "Another Williams New Year's Eve for
the record books."

	Mr. Williams crossed his arms sternly and stared down at his plate
deep in thought. I knew it wasn't the time or the place but seeing
Mr. Williams heated and territorial like this was really turning me on.

	"I'm going to go do some homework and let you cool off." Brad said
cautiously as he made his way up stairs. Ollie, I'll be in my room later if
you want to help."

	I gave him a wave as I sat back and studied the conflicted man
beside me. Yeah, I definitely liked this side to Mr. Williams. A lot.

	He noticed me staring and shrugged. "Why are you looking at me like
that?"

	"It's nothing."

	He went back to staring down at his plate deep in thought and
caught me looking him over again.

	"Alright, what is it?" He asked defensively.

	"You're going to kill me. It couldn't possibly be happening at a
less inappropriate time." I laughed.

	"So you want it, too?" He muttered, with a slight grin.

	I had to admit I was taken aback by this. "Are you asking if it's
taking everything in me to not rip open your shirt right now and fuck you
right here on this table? Yeah, I'd say I'm showing some major restraint
here."

	"Meet me in the shower in 10 minutes." He muttered, standing up and
taking our plates to the sink. "I've got a lot of aggression to get out so
I want it rough." He added, meeting my gaze. "You think you can do that for
me?"

	"Yes sir." I grinned. "I think I can manage that just fine."



      The next Monday of Winter break was an unusually cold one for
Sacramento. After a quick pick-up game with some of the guys on the team
Brad Williams pulled up to Dan Jackson's house not too far from the school
and casually knocked on the door.

	After a few seconds the head of athletics department Dan Jackson
answered it, again catching his athlete off guard with his more formal
attire than what he usually wore on the weekdays to school.

	"Loving the white collar look, Coach." Brad smirked as he walked
through the door before he was invited in.

	"And just what the fuck do you think you're doing here, Williams?"
Coach Jackson grunted, crossing his arms as he closed the door behind him.

	"Oh you know, I was in the area and wanted to get laid." Brad
answered casually.

	"Oh, is that right, Williams? You thought you'd just knock on my
door and I'd put out for you right then and there, did you?" Coach Jackson
smirked.

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

	Coach Jackson stared at his cocky athlete and said nothing for a
moment. "You know, I've got a good sized couch I need moved from the
garage. If you want me to put out for you I'm going to make you work for
it. What do you say you help me move it into my living room and then I'll
throw you a bone and give you some ass."

	"Works for me, Coach." Brad shrugged.

	"You're lucky I'm feeling charitable today, kid. I would have loved
to have sent you on your way with blue balls."

	"Mmhmm. I guess there's a first time for everything." Brad rolled
his eyes, skeptically.  "But it does seem a bit of a coincidence you all of
the sudden need a couch moved when I show up and you haven't gotten laid
for a couple of days, huh Coach? What's it gonna be next time I show up and
you want dick? A quick lightbulb change?"

	"Look, you cocky fucker. Do we have a deal or not?"

	"Where's this couch?"

	About 3 minutes later Brad Williams was easily setting an old, grey
couch down in the middle of Coach Jackson's living room. "Good thing I got
here to help you move this thing. . ." Brad mocked him, easily lifting one
side of the couch with his index finger and setting it down gently.

	"Whatever, Williams." Coach Jackson smirked, starting to unbutton
his dress shirt. "I'm a man of my word." He rolled up his shirt and threw
it down on the carpet, his muscles bulging menacingly. "Make it quick. It's
not going to be a two-fer this time, Williams, so make your nut count. I've
got shit to do this afternoon."

	"Whatever, Coach."

	Four hours later Brad and Coach Jackson were laying on top of the
couch, side by side staring up at the ceiling. Brad casually played with
the giant man's nipple as they laid together, breathing against one another
gently. "Hey, you didn't really need me to go earlier, did you? I can leave
if you need me to."

	"I guess I'll have to move stuff around." Coach Jackson replied,
half-heartedly. "But you're good, kid."

	"This is nice, Coach." Brad sighed, content.

	"Feeling sentimental, Williams?" Coach Jackson chuckled, not used
to this side of his cocky athlete.

	"Yeah, I guess I am." Brad replied.

	"Man, you put out for Brad Williams one time and all the sudden he
goes soft on you. . ." Coach Jackson laughed.

	"One time?" Brad laughed, squeezing a meaty ass cheek off of Coach
Jackson playfully.

	"Okay, a couple of times."

	"Listen, Coach." Brad began, deciding to not beat around the
bush. "I told my dad about us."

	"You WHAT?" Coach Jackson bellowed, sitting up.

	"Coach, just listen-"

	"What the FUCK were you thinking, Williams? I could lose my fucking
job!"

	"Coach, I promise nothing like that is going to happen, just calm
down a sec."

	"You crossed a line, Williams. Fuck, what were you thinking?"

	"Coach, trust me. You're safe with my dad. I mean you saw why you
can trust him."

	"You don't get it, Williams. You don't know what it's like finding
out some guy your age is having sex with your son."

	"And neither do you. Just listen to me. My dad knows. And he's cool
with it."

	"What do you mean he's cool with it?"

	"Okay, maybe he's not exactly cool with it. But he wants to get
there. He wants you to come over for New Year's Eve."

	"He what?" Coach Jackson asked, completely thrown for a loop.

	"My dad's a good guy, Coach. He just wants to get to know you."

	"I don't know about this, Williams. It doesn't sound a bit. . . I
don't know. . . couple-y to you?"

	"So what if it does?" Brad asked simply.

	"I'm not your boyfriend, Williams."

	"I didn't say you were. I promise, it's nothing serious. My dad
just wants you there. Okay?"

	"I don't know about this, Williams."

	"Just think about it, okay?" Brad pressed, leaning over to start
grabbing his clothes.

	"Alright, I'll think about it."

	"In the meantime, what do you say I swing by tomorrow and help you
put in that new light bulb?" Brad laughed, with a knowing stare.

	"I'm not making my mind up yet, okay? But if you wanted to come
over tomorrow again I wouldn't turn you away. How about in the morning. Say
10:00?"

	"On my break? Your ass is good, but you're not getting me out of
bed before noon."

      "You give this guy an inch and he takes a mile. . ." Coach Jackson
mumbled. "You're lucky you're a good lay, Williams. Better make it 3:00
then. Don't be late."

      "Works for me." Brad replied, getting dressed. "Oh, and Coach?"

	"What now, Williams?"

	"I like the professional look." Brad said, tossing him his dress
shirt and slacks. "But tomorrow I want you in your uniform. Whistle and
all."

	"Don't push your luck, kid. . ." Coach Jackson replied,
noncommittally. "I'm not going to coordinate my fucking outfit based just
on what makes you want to fuck me more, Williams."

	Brad shrugged him off as he headed for the door.

	"Williams?"

	"Yeah, Coach?"

	"You want me in my USC sweats or my khaki's?"

	"Surprise me. It's all going to end up thrown on the floor the
second you invite me in anyway."

	"See you at 3 o'clock then, Williams."