Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2016 08:21:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 23

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				Chapter 23



Packing up the car later that afternoon was pretty grim. None of us wanted
to leave our little weekend of paradise. It was going to be difficult
getting back to normal after having such a carefree guys weekend.

	Coach Jackson squeezed himself against the wall as Mr. Williams was
walking down the hall from the kitchen with one of the big ice chests to
take to the car.

	"Damn Mike." Coach Jackson muttered, watching him as he
passed. "You know you really shouldn't be hiding those guns of yours all
the time."

	Mr. Williams blushed a little with a laugh. "Ah, you're just saying
that Dan." He took a few steps and then turned around again to add, "Though
I appreciate it, nonetheless."

	"No for real, Mike. How often do you work out?" Coach Jackson
pressed.

	"I try to get a workout in about 5 times a week early in the
morning before everyone else is up."

	"No kidding? Well it's paying off, man. I mean it."

	"I mainly do it to keep myself from going crazy. You know, working
from home and all."

	"Well keep it up, Mike. Lookin' good there, bud."

	Brad sighed as he rounded the corner with another box for the
car. "Jesus, would the two of you just fuck already and get it over with?"

	"Okay." Coach Jackson shrugged.

	"I wasn't being serious, Coach. . ." Brad shook his head, laughing.

	"Well I am." Coach Jackson said casually. "I hate to break it to
you, kid, but your dad's fucking hot."

	By now Mr. Williams was scarlet. "Can we just finish packing the
car, please?"

	"What, are you turning me down, Mike?" Coach Jackson smirked,
obnoxiously raising his shirt a little to show off his abs.

	"Of course not, Dan. It's just- You're with my son. . ."

	"Kid?" Coach Jackson turned to Brad casually. "You mind if I go and
fuck your dad before we hit the road?"

	Brad looked at him with a face dripping with pure sarcasm. "Sure,
Coach. Ollie and I will just take care of all this packing while the two of
you get your rocks off.".

	"You think I'm bluffing, Williams?" Coach countered. "I'll take
your old man in that room over there and fuck his brains out right now. You
just give me the go ahead."

	Now it was my turn to chime in. "Why take it to the bedroom? It's
not like we haven't seen what everyone's working with."

	Brad turned to me with a sour look on his face but I made no
apologies. I wanted to see this. Bad.

	"So what's in it for me?" Brad asked, crossing his arms.

	"I'll suck your cock from the minute we get in that car until we
get to Sacramento."

	Brad paused and considered it for a while. "You gonna do it right
and pay attention to my balls some, Coach?"

	"You think I need a fucking lesson on sucking cock, Williams?"
Coach Jackson countered.

	"You've got yourself a deal, Coach." Brad replied, extending his
arm for him to shake.

	Coach Jackson turned to me and muttered so that only I could hear
him. "It's a win/win. I never get tired of sucking that fat jock cock."

	I was so excited to witness their coupling I barely even registered
what he had said. "So who's going to top who?" I asked, completely serious.

	"Oh. . ." Coach Jackson stopped for a second. "I guess we could
flip for it?" He started to dig into his pocket for a quarter.

	"That's okay, Dan." Mr. Williams blushed. "I've spent the last 20
years "topping" and I have no desire to go back any time soon."

	"Didn't need the explanation, Dad." Brad shook his head.

	"Ah, suck it up, Williams." Coach Jackson said, walking up to
Mr. Williams and stopping right in front of him. "We doing this or what,
Mike?"

	"What happens on vacation stays on vacation, huh Dan?" Mr. Williams
replied.

	"Aw, fuck yeah." Coach Jackson huffed, leaning in and thrusting his
tongue into Mr. Williams's mouth.

	Instantly my belt hit the floor as I threw my pants off and started
to jack my dick while watching the two of them make out. This was the
hottest thing I have ever seen.

	"We don't have much time, Dan." Mr. Williams said, breaking away
from the hulking giant for a split second.

	Coach Jackson nodded and instead of replying he just started to
turn Mr. Williams around until he had him pressed against the wall, pulling
his pants down.

	I looked over at Brad and registered the inner turmoil on his face
of wanting to watch the show and trying not to focus on the fact that he
was about to watch his dad get fucked right in front of him.

	Instantly Coach Jackson's mouth was on Mr. William's ass. I could
hear how thoroughly he was tonguing his hole. And it was turning me on so
fucking much. I knew how great it was to tongue that hole. I'd do it all
the damn time if fucking it wasn't so great.

	"What gives, Coach, you never eat my ass like that." Brad called
out from the sofa.

	Coach Jackson pried himself off of his prize and called back to
him. "That's because you big dicked jocks have no concept of
foreplay. Hell, the second you get me alone anywhere you're pulling my
fucking legs over your shoulders before I even know what's going on. And
maybe if you weren't such a fucking prude and you actually put out for me
for once I'd eat you out too, Williams."

	"Keep dreaming, Coach." Brad smirked.

	Before the words even processed in my head I was saying them before
I could stop myself. "I'll eat you out, Brad."

	Brad turned to me, completely thrown for a loop. "You'd give me a
rimjob?"

	I tried to not sound like getting my tongue into Brad Williams's
ass was something I'd been fantasizing about in my head over and over again
since the moment I met him. "Yeah, I'd. . . help you out."

	"Getting my ass eaten out and then my dick sucked on the way home?
This weekend fucking rocks!"

	He made his way to one of the armchairs and unbuttoned his belt,
pulling his pants down until his big bubble, athlete butt was on full
display. He looked at me as I was jacking off my big cock watching him and
he got on all fours on the chair, looking over his shoulder at me. "Have at
it, brother."

	I couldn't get there fast enough.

	Coach Jackson had Mr. Williams pinned up against the wall and they
were making out with each other as Mr. Williams ran his hands over Coach
Jackson's rippled body. "Yeah, chew on that jock hole, Africa. The kid
fucking loves it. As far as Williams is concerned you can't get your
fucking tongue far enough."

	"That true, Brad?" I asked, getting down on my knees and getting a
good view of his magnificent jock ass.

	"Yeah. . ." He blushed, sort of embarrassed. "I'm not gonna lie,
brother. I really like getting my ass licked."

	"Well today's your lucky day. I love eating ass." I grinned. And
with that I just dove in, not able to control myself. At once my tongue was
circling around his tight jock pucker.

	"Aw, fuck yeah!" Brad yelled, leaning his head back. "Fuck, get in
there, brother. MMMMMMMMmmmmm."

	I heard Mr. Williams groan audibly but I was too transfixed on
licking Brad Williams's ass to pay attention. I'd been after this ass ever
since I'd laid eyes on him.

	"Fuck Dan, you're thick!" Mr. Williams grunted.

	"You complaining, Mike?"

	"No, just give me a second. Phew!" He exhaled. "God damn, Dan."

	I grabbed the two tight, muscular cheeks in front of me and pried
them apart. I'd never seen such a perfect hole. There was just no other way
to describe it. It was perfect. I couldn't believe I was finally getting a
chance to stick my tongue in Brad Williams's hole. And I'd never
encountered such a tight hole before. Even getting the tip of my tongue in
there was a struggle. There was no doubt about it. Brad Williams was 100%
cherry.

	With great relish I spat onto his rosebud, pulling his cheeks apart
and closing them together, watching the saliva slowly collect in his virgin
crevice. Fuck, my spit wasn't going anywhere. He was that tight.

	With perfect precision I slowly pushed my tongue through his
opening,

	"Fuuuuuuck, brother. . ." Brad groaned, reaching underneath him to
start stroking his rock hard cock.

	"Yeah, how's that ass, Africa?" Coach Jackson called out to me as
he thrust into Mr. Williams. "Is that not the tightest fucking hole you've
ever tasted?"

	"It's so fucking tight." I replied, wiping my face before diving
back in.

	"Yeah, it's bound to be. The kid still won't put out for me, no
matter how much in his ass." He turned his attention back to
Mr. Williams. "Fuck Mike, I'd forgotten how good it feels to be the one
doing the fucking. You're gonna draw it right out of me."

	I looked over at Mr. Williams and he seemed like he was starting to
come around to Coach Jackson's size. Sure, I had him beat by a few inches
in length. But there was no doubt about it. Coach Jackson truly had what
they call a beer-can cock.

	"God, you're so thick, Dan.. . ." Mr. Williams groaned as he began
to stroke his own cock, matching the rhythm of Coach Jackson's powerful
strokes.

	Brad started to shift in front of my face. "Come on, brother." He
reached his hand behind his perfectly arched back to pull my face back to
his ass. "Get that fucking tongue in that hole."

	I certainly didn't need any more convincing. I don't know how long
I'd been tonguing my host-brother before I felt him reach underneath
himself to grab my hand. He brought it to his leaking cock and groaned as I
started to jack his cock while I tongue fucked him. What I would give to
just be able to stick even the first inch of my big black cock into this
ass. It would be so easy. . . He's so in the moment. He might not even
fight it.

	"Mike, you're gonna pull it right fucking outta me." Coach Jackson
groaned, trying to slow down."

	"Go on, Dan. UGH you're hitting my spot! UUUGGH right there, Dan!"
Mr. Williams yelled, getting himself off as Coach Jackson pounded into him.

	"I'm gonna shoot it in you, Mike!" Coach Jackson bellowed.

	Cum started raining down from Mr. Williams's cock as Coach Jackson
pounded him over the edge.

	Coach Jackson collapsed onto Mr. Williams as he unloaded into him,
animalistic grunts filling the room.

	All of the sudden Brad's hole started to clamp down on my tongue
like a vicegrip, completely out of his control. My hand wasn't even on his
cock and he started shooting all over it, perfectly in sync with his
contractions from his hole on my tongue.

	"UUUUUUHHHAAA" Brad groaned in complete ecstasy as he continued to
pump more cum out onto the fabric and all over my hand.

	 I stood up and without a single second to spare I started jacking
my cock with his cum, making myself shoot all over my stud host-brother's
back. At once my cum started running slowly down his back, down his
crevice, down his crack, and passing by that tight, cherry jock pucker.

	I fell back, exhausted and satisfied, wiping my brow.

	Brad started to shift but Coach Jackson's low baritone voice boomed
behind us. "Not a fucking inch, Williams."

	Brad stopped and hung his head down as Coach Jackson took my place
behind him and kneeled where I had been. Without skipping a beat he brought
his tongue to Brad's back and started licking up all the cum I had shot
onto it, greedily. I watched as he seemed to take his time, letting it all
pool into his athlete's pucker before going in for his prize. He eagerly
lapped up all I had shot, digging his fat tongue into Brad's hole until
there wasn't a single trace of cum left.

	Coach Jackson fell back on his knees and sighed, satisfied. "Thanks
for that, Africa." He grinned, wiping his face clean. "Now let's head out,
boys." He announced, clapping his hands authoritatively. "Africa, you're in
front with Mike." He turned back to Brad and clamped his massive hand onto
Brad's shoulder. "I believe I promised someone a kick-ass blow job on the
drive back."

					-
	Over the next week or so of winter break we took things easy and
just enjoyed the time off. Kate came back home late the night we got back
and wanted to hear how our New Year went. She couldn't possibly understand
what enjoyment we found in staying in a cabin in the woods with no
electricity for three nights but she figured maybe it was "just a guy
thing". To be fair, she wasn't exactly far off.

	I'll admit, I still get little pangs in my stomach whenever I have
to lie to Kate. And I'm pretty sure they would never go away. And nor
should they. Regardless of the way her marriage with Mr. Williams was, she
had always been loving and kind to me.

	I did notice that she and Mr. Williams seemed to be getting along a
lot better now than when I first came here. And I know Brad was happier. It
wasn't a perfect situation but it was working. For what it's worth, at
least.

	The Friday night before school was going to start again Brad and I
were playing X-Box in my room. We were sawing zombies in half when
Mr. Williams knocked on the door.

	"Knock knock." He announced as he stepped in.

	"How's it going, Dad." Brad mumbled halfheartedly as he lit another
zombie on fire.

	"Hey Mr. Williams." I smiled.

	"Jesus, you guys think you brought enough junk food up here with
you?" Mr. Williams laughed, stepping on a discarded bag of Cheetos, with a
loud crunch.

	"Never enough." Brad replied. "What's for dinner, anyway? I'm
starving."

	"Well, your mom's going to be out. She's got clients to schmooze.
I was thinking we'd get take-out."

	"Kate's out?" I asked, a little too hastily.

	"Yeah, you have something in mind, stud?" Mr. Williams winked.

	"Now wait a second." Brad interjected, pausing the game. "It's not
fair that you guys get to get laid and I don't."

	"You want to call a friend over, son?" Mr. Williams mused,
innocently.

	"Can I?"

	"Sure, as long as you guys don't bug us." Mr. Williams said,
walking up behind me and massaging my shoulders.

	Brad already had his phone out and he was texting Coach Jackson. I
rolled my eyes as I watched the conversation unfold on the screen.

	Brad: come over and sit on my dick

	Coach J: i'm not ur fucking booty call williams

	Brad sighed and started typing again.

	Brad: r we gonna fuck or not coach?

	Coach J: fine
	Coach J: 20 mins

	Mr. Williams sat down on the bed behind me and looked over at
Brad. "If that's Dan, tell him to bring over a pizza."

	Brad: bring over a pizza

	Coach J: fuck off williams

	A pause.

	Coach J: what kind?

					-

	A half hour later Coach Jackson was walking through the front door
with a big pizza box in hand.

	"Hey, thanks for bringing the pizza, Dan." Mr. Williams thanked
him, patting him on the back.

	"Yeah, thanks Coach." I said.

	Brad walked up to him and took the pizza box from him. "I gotta
say, Coach, pussy and pizza on delivery. . . It doesn't get much better
than that."

	"Cocky little fucker. . ." Coach Jackson smirked.

	"Am I wrong?" Brad countered. "Tell me I'm not getting laid
tonight."

	"Just eat your fucking pizza, Williams." Coach Jackson rolled his
eyes. "The things I do for a good lay. . ." He muttered.


	The four of us brought the pizza back up to my room and Brad and I
unpaused the game and played as we ate.

	After about twenty minutes the pizza had been fully devoured and
Brand and I were sitting back, a new thirst for killing more zombies now
that our stomachs had been filled.

	Mr. Williams and Coach Jackson were sitting back behind us, clearly
bored.

	Coach Jackson cleared his throat obnoxiously. "I believe I was
promised some fat jock dick if I came over."

	"Give us a second, Coach." Brad called over his shoulder
dismissively, his full attention on the game.

	"Unfuckingbelievable. . . " Coach Jackson muttered to Mr. Williams
with a sigh. "I'm practically offering this kid my ass on a silver platter
and he'd rather play a god damn video game."

	"Welcome to my world, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed.

	"We're almost finished with this level, Coach, just quit bitching."
Brad called over his shoulder again.

	Coach Jackson just laughed. "We make it too fucking easy for these
guys, don't we, Mike?"

	"You think when I was their age I'd be sitting here playing video
games when I could be getting laid instead? Any attention at all at that
age and I'd be right there. I'd say these two are definitely getting
spoiled." Mr. Williams replied.

	"WILLIAMS!" Coach Jackson barked. "I didn't come here to watch you
nerd out and play fucking video games. Are we gonna fuck or what?"

	"Fine." Brad sighed, pausing the game. "Sorry Ollie, the old
ball-and-chain is bitching again."

	Coach Jackson laughed and helped Brad up. "Ungrateful prick." He
smirked, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You're lucky I put up with your
bullshit, Williams."

	"Yeah yeah." Brad rolled his eyes. "If I fuck you will you leave me
and Ollie alone so we can get back to our game?"

	"I don't give a shit what you do with the rest of your Friday
night, Williams. I just came here to get my nut."

	"Alright, we'll be in my room." Brad said, as they headed out of
the room. "I'll be back in half an hour, Ollie."

	Mr. Williams sat up. "Make it forty-five minutes, son." He looked
at me with a wink.

	Coach Jackson spoke up. "Yeah, I didn't haul my ass over here just
for a quickie, Williams. I'm good for at least two rounds."

						-

	Needless to say, the burly head of athletics department Coach Dan
Jackson was making the walk of shame downstairs nearly three and a half
hours later, just managing to pull his truck out of the driveway about ten
minutes before Kate was supposed to be home.

	So I guess killing zombies would have to wait until Saturday
morning. But you know how it is. Just another typical Friday night for a
couple of high school jocks.



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