Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 09:03:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 19

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				Chapter 19


      So Brad wasn't joking when he suggested this would be a New Year's
Eve for the record books. Since Kate was going to be out of town on
business Coach Jackson eventually accepted the invitation to join us for
New Year's Eve and even offered up his cabin for the four of us to enjoy a
`guys weekend'. Something told me it was more of Brad's idea, but it was a
nice gesture. It may have seemed a bit dysfunctional at first but I think
it would be really good for Brad and his dad to not be so uneasy around
each other when it came to Coach Jackson and myself. Sure, at first my
imagination had run wild thinking of these crazy intense group fuck
sessions we could enjoy, but I knew there was no way that was going to
happen. And I perfectly understood. It was looking to be a great weekend,
but not THAT great.

	By the time the morning of our trip came around I was helping
Mr. Williams pack the car, helping him with one of the ice chests. "Having
any second thoughts about this big `tough dad who wants to meet the
boyfriend' idea of yours, Mr. Williams?" I grinned, as we set it down in
the back of the trunk.

	"None whatsoever, Ollie." Mr. Williams answered me, wiping his
brow. "You'll know if you ever have kids someday. It's just something dads
have to do."

	I couldn't help but love how paternal Mr. Williams got
sometimes. It made him so sexy to me. And he was right. I had no idea what
it was like being a father. He wanted to know his son was being treated
right. I couldn't blame him.

	"I just can't wait to see Mike Williams, computer nerd
extraordinaire, make a guy like Dan Jackson shake in his boots." I smiled.

	"Oh come on, Ollie, it's not like that." He laughed. "And besides,
you don't think I could take Dan Jackson?" He flexed a little for comedic
effect.

	"Nope." I laughed, rubbing his shoulders. "Besides, you're a lover,
not a fighter."

	"That's kind of sweet, I guess." He smiled, leaning in for a quick
kiss. "And I figure I'll get the chance to demonstrate that often these
next couple of days in the woods, won't I?" He massaged my shoulders
lovingly.

	"I'd say you're getting laid big time this weekend." I smiled.

	"Hmmm." He smirked. "I guess I should put my foot down more often,
huh?"

	"Let's see how this trip goes first, shall we?"

	"Yeah, I guess you're right."

	Brad opened the door to the garage with his pillow under his arm
and his headphones hanging around his neck.

	"Alright, fellas, are we ready for the weirdest New Year's Eve trip
ever?" He laughed, putting his things in the front seat.

	"Maybe you should have thought of that before you started fucking
your football coach, son." Mr. Williams winked.

	"You're right, I should have modeled myself off of the great
example you guys set for me." Brad countered.

	"He has a point." I said, looking at Mr. Williams.

	"Yeah yeah. You know what the saying is. Do as I say, not as I do."
Mr. Williams replied, shutting the trunk window and walking over to the
driver's seat. "You know, it's good we can laugh at this."

	"I guess that's true." Brad said. "Seriously, though, Dad. Thanks
for being cool about this."

	"You just wait until I give Dan the good `ol `what are your
intentions with my son' speech, son."

	"Yeah yeah." Brad muttered, rolling his eyes.


	When we pulled up to Coach Jackson's place to start heading out on
the road he was already waiting on the curb with a giant dufflebag hanging
around his shoulder.

	"Damn, Coach. You getting evicted or something?" Brad laughed,
rolling the window down.

	Coach Jackson rolled his eyes. "The car's not even in my driveway
yet and you're already giving me attitude, Williams. This has got to be
some kind of record. I'm not putting up with this shit all weekend."

	"Only teasing, princess." Brad smirked. "Throw it in back and let's
get going."

	Coach Jackson threw his bag on top of ours and got into the back
seat next to me.

	"I guess the in-laws get the back seat, huh, Olujimi?" He muttered,
giving me a playful punch to the shoulder. "Mike." He nodded to
Mr. Williams with a polite smile.

	"It's Mr. Williams to you, Dan." Mr. Williams responded in a cold
tone.

	Coach Jackson's eyes widened, "So sorry, of course-"

	"I'm only kidding, Dan." Mr. Williams grinned, starting to back the
car out of the driveway. "Relax!"

	"Nicely done, Dad." Brad grinned at his father.

	Coach Jackson exhaled, relieved. "Fuck, my ass is clenched so hard
right now. . ." He whispered so only I could hear him.

	"Just relax, Coach." I assured him. "Let him have his fun for a
bit."

	"Easy for you to say. . ." He mumbled, crossing his arms.


	The drive to the cabin was pretty uneventful. Coach Jackson and
Mr. Williams had known each other for a while before this all happened and
it was weird seeing them fall back into an old friends kind of routine
rather than the whole `so you're the guy who's sleeping with my son' thing.

	We got to the cabin a little after noon so there was plenty of
light for us to get in our surroundings as Coach Jackson gave us a tour.

	"This here's the master bedroom. The two of us will be in there."
He nodded to the door at the end of the hall.

	Mr. Williams interjected. "You expect me to allow you and my son to
share a room all weekend?"

	"Oh, uhh well we could do something e-" Coach Jackson stammered,
turning red.

	"Dan! Relax! I'm just teasing." Mr. Williams laughed.

	"Shit. . ." Coach Jackson exhaled again, relieved.

	"Alright Dad, you get one more and that's it." Brad laughed,
rolling his eyes.

	"Keep them coming. This is fun." I whispered to Mr. Williams.

	"Like I said. It's good we can laugh about this." He replied.

	"Seriously, though." Brad said, clearing his throat. "Just as a
general rule for this weekend. Please knock before you open any closed
doors in this place, okay? That goes for everyone."

	"Sounds like a good rule." I agreed.

	"Any particular time in the day I should be extra careful about,
son?" Mr. Williams asked his son, crossing his arms.

	"Well. . . As I said. Just as a general rule." Brad replied.

	I looked over at Coach Jackson who was scarlet at this point.

	Brad continued. "If it's anything like usual you can expect the
need to be `extra careful' in the mornings and whenever you hear a shower
running. And of course right before bed. And I'm telling you right now when
we're `napping' during the afternoons you should just steer clear."

	"Jesus, Williams, could you keep your mouth shut?" Coach Jackson
winced, completely humiliated.

	"Relax, Coach." Brad replied. "Knowing these two we're going to
have to be just as careful with them."

	This time it was Mr. William's turn to blush.

	Brad looked at his dad skeptically. "Am I wrong, Dad?"

	"Point taken. Just remember to knock, guys." Mr. Williams replied.

	"Well, I see no reason to beat around the bush." Brad said
casually, starting to take off his shirt. "I'll be in the shower, Coach."
He flung it at the burly athletics director next to him and started heading
to the bathroom.

	Coach Jackson froze like a deer in headlights.

	"You coming, Coach?" Brad called over his shoulder.

	"Go on, Coach. Mr. Williams and I need to unpack. We'll be fine." I
assured him, rubbing Mr. William's back.

	"Mike. . .?" Coach Jackson asked delicately, looking at
Mr. Williams.

	"Go on, Dan." He nodded. "It's okay."

	Brad called out from the bathroom, the sound of the shower coming
on. "You coming or not, Coach?"

	"Quit your whining, Williams or you're showering alone!" Coach
Jackson yelled before he could stop himself. He turned back to
Mr. Williams, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, Mike. . .Sometimes the kid
brings it out of me."

	"Don't I know it." Mr. Williams laughed. "I'm glad you don't take
his bullshit, Dan."

	"Yeah, well it ain't easy." Coach Jackson replied. "See you fellas
later."

	"Sounds good." Mr. Williams smiled. "Oh, and Dan?"

	"Yeah Mike?"

	"Be sure and not use all the hot water, huh Dave?" Mr. Williams
grinned.

	"You got it, bud." Coach Jackson smirked, walking over to the
bathroom.



	Three minutes later the head of athletics department Coach Dan
Jackson was bracing himself against the shower wall as he happily let his
star quarterback have his ass.

	"Fuck, Williams!" He muttered through gritted teeth as his athlete
really started hammering into him. "Do you want them to hear us?"

	"What does it matter?" Brad replied casually, continuing his loud,
hard strokes into his superior. "I'm pretty sure they had an idea of what
were going to do in here."

	"Yeah, but do they have to listen to it going on?"

	"Look Coach, I'm getting my nut one way or another, so are you
going to relax and get yours in too or are you going to keep bitching?"

	"You cocky fucker. . ." Coach Jackson muttered. But damn if he
didn't give a reluctant sigh as his big hand went for his own leaking
prick. "Alright, Williams. Just shut up and fuck me."

	"I'll shut up if you shut up." Brad replied defensively.

	"Fucking 18 year-olds. . ." Coach Jackson mumbled under his
breath."


	Over in the other room Mr. Williams and I were unpacking our
suitcases and hanging up our clothes. We were disappointed to find that our
room was equipped with two twin beds as opposed to a full king like the
master bedroom.

	"How would you feel about pulling the scary dad card out one last
time and tell Coach to switch rooms with us?" I laughed, laying down on the
bed on the left.

	"We'll be fine, Ollie." Mr. Williams smiled, walking over to my
side. "Besides. . ." he said, leaning down to kiss me. "I kind of want to
snuggle."

	"I'm not so sure, Mr. Williams." I replied, accepting his kiss
playfully. "I'm 6'1 and you're at least a few inches taller. That's a
little tight, even for the two of us."

	"I think we'll find a way to enjoy our situa-" He started before he
turned his head to the door, listening.

	"Holy shit!" I gasped, pressing my hand over my mouth, straining to
hear.

	The unmistakable sound of skin smacking against skin was easily
audible, emanating from the direction of the bathroom.

	"Fuck yeah!" We heard Coach Jackson yell.

	"I can't believe this." Mr. Williams laughed, shaking his head. "I
shouldn't be listening to this."

	"How can we help it? I mean it sounds like they're practically
putting up a new wall in there." I replied.

	We listened as the slapping sound grew more and more urgent until
two low voices started grunting in unison.

	"Finally. . ." Mr. Williams sighed.

	"Is this weird for you, Mr. Williams?" I asked him sincerely.

	"Yeah, a little. But it's just something I'll need to get over. If
Brad was able to get over the idea of you and me together I can certainly
try and extend him the same courtesy."

	"Yeah, but we're not going to make the two of them listen to us in
the shower like that."

	"We aren't?" He winked.

	At that moment we could faintly hear Coach Jackson's voice
again. "Jesus, Williams, no more."

	We could hear Brad say something in response but it was inaudible.

	"No, Williams. I promised your dad we'd save some of the hot
water."

	Mr. Williams blushed next to me.

	"Come on, no more, Williams." Coach Jackson said again, this time a
little less convincingly.

	Again, Brad said something in response but we couldn't make it out.

	"Aw fuck, alright. But make it fast." We heard Coach Jackson again,
ending his response with a satisfied moan.

	Mr. Williams hung his head down, rolling his eyes. "Well I guess
shower time will have to wait til after dinner."

	"Sounds like it."

	"In the meantime, what do you say you and I have our own fun?" He
said, kissing me.

	"You serious?"

	"Why not? They sound pretty busy right now, so it's not like
they'll know." He grinned. "Come on, it'll be our first time having sex on
vacation."

	He slipped his tongue into my mouth again as he started to unbutton
his shirt, grabbing my hands and setting them on his ass.

	"Yeah?" He cooed into my ear.

	"Mmmhmm." I relented, starting to take charge and rolling him onto
the tiny mattress with me.

	"Fuck, Williams." Coach Jackson sighed, turning the shower off and
wiping his brow, exhausted but satisfied.

	"You missed a spot, Coach." His athlete said behind him, pointing
to the shower drain.

	There was a swirl of thick cum that was stuck on the drain that
hadn't quite made its way down yet.

	"Shit, that could have been bad." Coach Jackson muttered, turning
on the water again and aiming it at the drain. "Nice job there, Williams."

	"No problem, Coach."

	"I was being sarcastic, you idiot." Coach Jackson retorted. "You
just had to go for another nut. . ."

	"Hey, don't blame me, Coach. That's your load, not mine." Brad
gloated, squeezing Coach Jackson's giant muscular ass cheek.

	"Whatever. At least you've had your fill for now. Hopefully that
ought to last you and I won't have to worry about being mounted again
before bed tonight."

	"We'll see." His cocky athlete smirked, handing him the towel. "You
got off. Twice. Let's stop acting like you didn't want it just as I did."

	"Whatever, Williams." Coach Jackson rolled his eyes.

	Coach Jackson nervously placed his hand on the door knob and gently
turned it, quietly stepping out into the hall, towel wrapped around his
waist.

	He tiptoed into the hallway quietly before there was a loud spank
on his ass as Brad unabashedly bulldozed his way past him. "Thanks for
another great fuck, Coach." Brad said casually as he walked by, not
bothering to lower his voice.

	"Oh fuck off, Will-" Coach Jackson started before he paused.

	"What is it, Coach?" Brad stopped.

	"Shhh!" Coach waved his hand at him, straining to hear.

	Loud groans were emanating from the guest room, the old mattress
springs squeaking urgently.

	"Oh shit." Brad muttered, turning away from the doorway.

	"Uh huh. . ." Coach Jackson grinned, listening intently.

	"Get away from there, Coach. What's the matter with you?" Brad
scoffed, pulling his arm to get him moving again.

	"This is so fucking hot." Coach Jackson smiled, trying to listen to
more.

	"It's really not." Brad retorted, rolling his eyes. "It's pretty
terrible, actually."

	"Aw, com on you're no fun, Williams."

	"Leave them alone, Coach." Brad said seriously.

	Coach Jackson sulked a little but he complied, making his way to
the master bedroom.

	Brad sat on the bed, rifling through his suitcase. Coach Jackson
just looked at him.

	"What?" The athlete shrugged, annoyed.

	"It's just. . ." Coach Jackson began, trailing off.

	"Just what?"

	"Listening to those two. . ." His giant arm reached into his towel
as he started playing with his cock again. "It's kind of putting me in the
mood again."

	"You serious?" Brad grimaced, not believing this.

	"Big time." Coach Jackson admitted, pawing at his thick cock under
his towel. "You wanna?" He muttered, eyeing his athlete down.

	"Right now?" Brad scoffed again. "Weren't you just bitching a few
minutes ago and saying your ass was off the table until bed?"

	"I changed my mind." Coach Jackson grinned, dropping his towel. He
started making his way over to his athlete. "Come on, Williams. I'll be
damned if those two nerds in there are getting laid and we're not."

	"Fine." Brad shrugged, pulling in his hulking coach for a
kiss. "But don't think that since you're putting out again right now that
you won't have to before bed."

	"Have I ever turned you down before bed before, Williams?" Coach
Jackson muttered, getting on his back before his athlete.

	"Just wanted to make sure we were clear. This is my vacation. I'm
getting laid before bed." He tapped his cock against his coach's already
well-used hole.

	"Yeah yeah. . ." Coach Jackson rolled his eyes. "Less talk, more
action, Williams."

	And with that, the two Williams men and their respective mates in
that quiet, secluded cabin deep in the woods outside of Sacramento
christened their "guys weekend" with a bang.




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