Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2016 04:38:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 27

I've got some fun next few chapters lined up, so I hope you guys are
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				Chapter 27


To summarize the next few weeks would be nearly impossible. To put it
simply, there was a lot of good. And there was also a lot of bad.

	The bad first? Mr. Williams finally did the thing he'd been wanting
to do for years now. He asked Kate for a divorce. And no matter how 'right'
everyone involved knew it was, it still didn't make it easy.

	The good? Everyone knew it was 'right'. Even Kate. Even Brad. Kate
had resolved to assess their marriage after Brad had moved away for
college, a practice that was apparently fairly common here in the states,
but she realized that staying together unhappily for the sake of their son
wasn't doing him any favors, especially if one of her main methods of
coping with it was being away all the time.

 The idea of tying up lose ends and starting new beginnings seemed to be a
common theme for the four of us. With Brad and myself on the cusp of
finishing high school and entering the next stage of our lives with
university, and Mr. Williams and Kate loving themselves and each other
enough to let the other one go and have the opportunity to live the life
they each deserved. Like I said, it wasn't an easy time for us, but there
was a definite light at the end of the tunnel. For everyone. Mr. Williams
had offered to leave her the house and find a place of his own, since the
advance he had gotten from his new software was more than enough to cover
it, but Kate had insisted he stay here. She knew that Mr. Williams was the
more stable, consistent parent and that he needed to stay right here.

	I think deep down Kate was looking forward to this new stage in her
life. This way she and Mr. Williams could co-parent their son where as
opposed to her being busy all the time and missing some of the most
important things in Brad's life, she could now devote half of her time to
work and half of her time to Brad so that she was fully present in the time
she had with him. Brad seemed happier for it. And I knew Kate was.

	On to less serious matters, now that Brad had managed to whittle
Coach Jackson down after their test of pride with one another, the two of
them were fucking like rabbits any chance they could get.

	Now that Kate had moved out Coach Jackson was almost a regular
fixture at the Williams household. On the weekends the giant man would show
up at the doorstep with a toothbrush and a spare change of underwear in
hand just in case he needed them (he usually didn't) and he wouldn't head
home until late at night, an exhausted, satisfied smile on his face as he
left.

	Brad and I were upstairs playing video games Sunday afternoon when
Coach Jackson walked through the door and sat on the bed, an occurrence
that may have seemed odd a few months ago, but was now pretty standard on
off days like this.

	"Your dad let me in." Coach Jackson grunted as he sat down. "Didn't
take two guesses where the fuck the two of you would be." He added, rolling
his eyes like he always did when Brad and I were playing video games.

	"And hello to you too, Coach." Brad laughed.

	"Williams, I talked to a talent scout over at USC. Says they may be
interested in bringing you on the team."

	"No shit?" Brad asked, pausing the game.

	"Don't fuck this up, kid. A jock like you getting to play for a
school like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

	"So what do I do from here, Coach?" Brad asked, turning to him.

	"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You keep your fucking
mouth shut from here on out. Understand? Let me handle this."

	"Whatever you say, Coach." Brad shrugged. "Damn Ollie, can you
believe this?"

	"I think it's great, brother. Truly." I replied with a grin. "I was
probably going to apply there myself."

	"See what I mean, Williams?" Coach Jackson butted in. "If Africa
here is thinking of applying to this school that means you don't have a
shot in hell at getting in unless you let me handle this."

	"Work your magic, Coach." Brad said to him, stretching with a
yawn. We'd been playing x-box all afternoon and we were definitely starting
to feel it.

	Immediately I was hit with an overwhelming wave of musk as he
stretched next to me.

	"Shit, man you reek!" I laughed, scooting over a foot or two.

	"Aw, sorry Ollie." Brad laughed, smelling himself. "You know I
sweat a lot when we play."

	Coach Jackson sat up. "Hold on, Williams. Do that again."

	"Do what, Coach?" Brad asked, confused.

	"You heard me, kid." Coach Jackson pressed, getting off the bed and
standing over him.

	He reached down and grabbed Brad's arm, leaning down and inhaling
deeply.

	"Fuck. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, squatting down and kissing his
athlete with no warning.

	I couldn't believe it. I guess being a Coach the guy was used to
the musky jock scent but this was taking it to a whole new level.

	Brad just went with the flow and made out with our hunky coach,
reaching his hands out and cupping Coach Jackson's ass cheeks with both
hands.

	Coach Jackson pried himself away from his athlete's lips for just a
moment, going back to get a good whiff of Brad's natural musk.

	"Goddamn, that's good. . . " Coach Jackson groaned, sticking his
tongue back in his mouth. "Africa." He held his hand out, expectantly.

	For a second I was confused but then I understood. I went over to
the bedside table and took out the bottle of lube, handing it to him.

	Coach Jackson slipped down his wind-shorts and proceeded to lube up
his hole as he continued to make out hungrily with his athlete.

	Brad lifted his arm again and shoved Coach Jackson's face in it,
loving the effect his natural scent had on the giant authority figure.

	"Aw fuck, Williams. . ." Coach Jackson groaned, not able to wait
for another second. He reached down and guided his athlete's thick cock to
his hole, sitting down on it with almost no resistance.

	Brad twisted Coach Jackson's pecs as he let the man ride him. "You
like that, Coach?"

	"Uh huh." Coach Jackson replied, pulling on his lip with his
teeth. "Fuck, you get me so hot Williams."

	I couldn't believe how fast the two of them could get into it like
this. I just sat there and watched while these two guys went at it,
completely into each other and the moment.

	"God I love that jock cock." Coach Jackson muttered, jacking
himself off roughly. "You're gonna fuckin' bring me off, Williams."

	"That's it, Coach. Give me that load." Brad said, kissing him
roughly.

	"Yeah, kid? You wanna get me off? Then work for it."

	Brad centered his feet on the floor and started making deep, hard
thrusts into him, pummeling him hard.

	"Aw fuck, yeah Williams!" Coach Jackson yelled, shooting all over
his athlete's chest and face.

	Brad grunted deeply and I could tell he was shooting his load deep
inside of our hulking coach's ass, his balls jumping as they unloaded.

	With the thick cock still firmly planted inside of him, Coach
Jackson pushed his tongue through Brad's mouth, catching some of the cum he
had shot on his face and sharing it with his athlete.

	"Clean it up, Coach." Brad commanded him.

	Coach Jackson proceeded to eagerly lick up and down his athlete's
face until the load he had shot all over him had been dealt with.

	At that moment Mr. Williams knocked on the door. "Hey boys, I'm
just about to start the grill so-"

	We stared up at him, unsure of what to say.

	"Oh. . . " Mr. Williams laughed, looking down at the pair of them.

	"We'll be down in a few, Mike." Coach Jackson muttered, wiping his
face.

	"No rush. Take your time." Mr. Williams replied, getting one last
look before he left.

	Brad pushed the giant man off of him and pulled his pants back
up. "Jesus Coach, did you have to shoot me in the face like that?"

	"Quit bitching, Williams, if you didn't want me to fucking shoot so
hard then you shouldn't have dicked my spot like that."

	And just like that, they were back.

	Brad rolled his eyes as he turned to me as if what I had just
witnessed was completely ordinary. "You cool if I unpause it?"

	"Yeah. . .  Sure. . ." I replied, completely perplexed as to how
these two went from casual conversation to fucking, to fighting, and then
back to casual conversation all in the span of about five minutes.

	"I meant what I said, Williams." Coach Jackson advised him as he
pulled his shorts up over his enormous ass with a snap. "You let me handle
these scouts from USC. You screw this up and I'll kick your ass. These guys
can't find out you're a complete moron until after they've signed you
on. Understand?"

	"You got it, Coach." Brad replied absentmindedly, tuning him out as
he focused the majority of his attention on the game we were playing.

	"I'm gonna go help Mike downstairs. When you nerds are done with
your fucking video game come down and join us for a real meal." He knelt
down and picked up an empty bottle of Mountain Dew and finished bag of
M&M's and tossed them in the trash, a judgmental look on his face.

	"Yeah yeah, Coach." Brad replied, waving him off.

	"Oh and Williams? You don't shower until I'm through with
you. You're gonna fuck the shit out of me before I head home. Understand?"

	"Yes sir." Brad saluted him with a grin.

					-

	When the four of us were finally all down at the patio Coach
Jackson grabbed a couple of beers and brought one to Mr. Williams before he
sat down on the couch in between Brad and myself.

	Brad watched him bring the refreshing liquid to his mouth, clearly
jealous.

	"Sorry, kid." Coach Jackson shrugged, loving this. "There's a lot
of shit I let you get away with but not that."

	"Yeah, I'll remember you said that when I've got your legs are over
my shoulders after dinner tonight."

	"Yeah, Williams? Try and break me. I dare you." Coach Jackson
smirked, taking another sip.

	I couldn't help but laugh. "Is there ever a moment where the two of
you aren't fighting?"

	"I don't know." Coach Jackson shrugged. "When we're fucking, I
guess."

	"Yeah, Coach Jackson here's a lot more tolerable when he's got your
dick down his throat." Brad added.

	"You know what, I take that back." Coach Jackson said. "We fight
all the time when we fuck. You bruise this kid's ego while he's dicking you
and he'll give you the best fucking nut of your life." He took another swig
and looked at me. "Don't you and Mike ever get a little rough with each
other?"

	"Well no." I replied, thinking about it. "We love each other. I
just want to make him happy and show him that I love him."

	They looked at each other skeptically. "Kid, you ever say corny
shit like that and you'll be finding someone else to put out for you."
Coach Jackson laughed, leaning in to kiss his athlete, pulling at his lip
with his teeth, playfully.

	"I'm not buying it." I pressed. "I see the way you two look at each
other."

	"Yeah, I guess when he's not pissing me off he's okay." Coach
Jackson smiled.

	"Oh please, like you'd be happy with a guy who doesn't talk back to
you, Coach?" Brad laughed.

	"Fuck no." Coach Jackson shook his head. "No one gets under my skin
like this guy. And fuck it gets me hot for it."

	"Food's ready!" Mr. Williams called out from the grill, bringing a
big plate out to the table.

	The four of us got our plates and sat around, completely at ease
with one another. It was always the highlight of my week whenever it was
just us guys, shooting the shit, and joking around. It was times like these
that made my decision to stay here in America for the next four years a
no-brainer. I was setting down my roots hard. And I felt completely at
home. I looked across the table into Mr. Williams's eyes. He smiled at me
with such a genuine look of happiness. Yep. No doubt about it. This was a
no-brainer.

						-

	Monday morning I was awoken by my alarm clock, which was unusual
because Brad usually came by my room to wake me up a little early. Just to
be sure I went by his room, groggily wiping the sleep away from my eyes as
I knocked on his door.

	"Brother, you up?" I called to him.

	No answer.

	I quietly opened the door and couldn't help but shake my
head. There, crammed into the bed was Brad and the enormous Coach Jackson,
fast asleep curled up against one another. It wasn't often Coach Jackson
slept over. Not often at all. As much as the two of them were so compatible
in the sack, they were just as incompatible after their cocks went
down. Usually after the two of them had had their fill Coach Jackson would
head out so that they could each have their space and recharge for next
time. But not this time, apparently.

	I couldn't help myself. I tiptoed to the edge of the bed and
grabbed one of Brad's Sports Illustrated Magazines and curled it up like a
megaphone and brought it up to my mouth. "UP AND AT 'EM SLEEPING
BEAUTIES!!" I yelled into it, obnoxiously.

	Instantly they both jerked awake, jumping up at the sound of my
voice.

	Coach Jackson looked around the room sleepily, at first unsure of
his surroundings. When he looked down and realized where he was he brought
his hand to his forehead and shook his head. "Fuck. . ."

	"Well good morning to you too, Coach." I laughed, watching the two
of them sit up and wipe their eyes.

	"Someone's going to be in trouble. . ." Brad smirked, patting Coach
Jackson on the back. "You know the rules, Coach. No staying over on school
nights. No matter how good the dick is."

	"Fuck, Mike's gonna kill me." Coach Jackson muttered, staring down
at the sheets.

	I walked over to the door to give them their space as they got
ready. "I wouldn't be so sure, Coach. Mr. Williams got lucky last night so
he might be in a better mood than you think."

	"Hey Africa, put in a good word for me and I'll go easy on you at
practice this afternoon. Might even make Williams here your personal water
boy, the prick." He called after me, nudging Brad in his side.

	"I'll try, but I can't make any promises, Coach." I said to him,
closing the door behind me as I left them to it.

	"What time did we go to sleep, kid?" Coach Jackson asked, rubbing
his eyes.

	"Beats me. It was 1:30 when I blew my wad in you the first time and
I think I remember you climbing on top of me for another round one more
time after that."

	"I feel like shit." Coach Jackson groaned, exhausted.

	"Really? I feel pretty great." Brad grinned, stretching and
yawning, ready to start the day.

	"Yeah, no shit Williams, I remember you hogging all the fucking
covers last night like a real asshole leaving me out in the fucking cold
all night."

	"Ah, so you just came on to me that last time to create body heat,
is that it, Coach?" His athlete smirked, reaching his hand down the man's
ass and sticking a finger in, making the giant man jolt up, completely
unprepared for the intrusion.

	"Man, Coach, your pussy's still wet." He said as he removed his
finger and wiped it on the man's shoulder. "I must have loaded you up
pretty good last night. Might have even knocked you up this time."

	Coach Jackson rolled his eyes and wiped his shoulder off with the
sheets.

	Brad leaned in close with a grin. "You know since your pussy's all
slicked up and ready for me, what do you say you let me get a quick fuck in
before school and send me on to class with something to smile about,
Coach?" He grabbed his coach's ass possessively with a big squeeze.

	"Fuck off, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted, throwing the sheets
off his mountainous body and standing up, stretching. "I gotta hit the road
and get back to my place so I can change." He picked up his shirt,
inspecting it closely. "Pretty sure you made me jizz all over this thing
all the way from your fucking bed, you prick."

	"Uhh, I hate to break it to you, Coach." His athlete said, pointing
to his alarm clock. "But you're not going to make it back to your place in
time."

	"Shit!" Coach Jackson sighed, knowing he was right.

	"Might as well make the walk of shame downstairs and face my dad
and his wrath." The giant man's stomach growled noisily. "At least get some
breakfast in you, too."

	"Your dad's gonna kill me, kid."

	"Yeah, probably." Brad shrugged. "But hey, since you're not heading
back to your place and you're already in trouble, what's the harm in you
hopping back in here and letting me get a quick nut in before breakfast?"

	"Fuck off, Williams." Coach Jackson laughed, balling up the sheets
and throwing them at him. "This ass is closed for business until further
notice. I'm not gonna walk around school all day bowlegged and dripping
just so you can score some ass before school."

	"I got you covered on that, Coach, don't worry. I'm sure my mom's
left some spare tampons around the house somewhere." His athlete smirked at
him.

	"You cocky son of a bitch. . ." The man rolled his eyes, not able
to hide a slight grin, straightening out his shirt and starting to pull it
over his head. "And have to listen to you brag to all of your dumb jock
friends that you got lucky this morning? Not a chance, kid."

	"I think we're past bragging rights by now, don't you think Coach?"
Brad retorted. "Alright, so I'm not getting any ass this morning, but can I
at least get a blow job or something?" He asked, throwing the covers off of
himself to show off his impressive morning wood.

	"You're on your own, Williams." Coach Jackson waved him off,
dismissively. His stomach gave another loud growl. "Fuck, I gotta get
something in me before school."

	"Too easy. . ." Brad chuckled, deciding not to go for the obvious
joke.

	"Some fucking food, you moron." Coach Jackson laughed. "I swear,
you dumb big-dicked jocks are all the same these days. If it's not x-box on
your mind it's pussy."

"Can you blame us, Coach?"

"Whatever. I need some food. It takes a lot of fuel to keep this body at
peak perfection." He flexed obnoxiously in front of the mirror.

	"Yeah yeah, go get your breakfast, Princess." Brad muttered,
getting up and going over to his dresser. "I hope my dad isn't too hard on
you."

	"Yeah. . . You and me both, kid." Coach Jackson replied with a
nervous gulp.

						-

	I looked over at Mr. Williams across the table as he sat down and
laid out a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon for Brad, myself, and
himself. I didn't exactly want to be the one to rat the two love-birds out
so instead I just played mum and waited for them to either out themselves
or get away with it.

	Mr. Williams checked his watch. "Is Brad coming down?"

	"He ran into a slight detour this morning. But he should be coming
down shortly."

	At that moment we heard heavy banging on the bathroom door from all
the way upstairs. "WILLIAMS! Get out of the god damn shower! I'm not
fucking around!"

	Mr. Williams looked over at me from across the table with a cross
look on his face. "Did you know anything about this?" He asked, clearly not
too thrilled.

	"Don't look at me." I threw my hands up. "I only found out this
morning. Honest."

	The banging continued, even louder this time. "WILLIAMS! You're
really starting to piss me off now!" We heard a loud bang and the sound of
heavy thumps before the bathroom door slammed again.

	Mr. Williams just rolled his eyes as he ate his breakfast. Sure
enough, three minutes later Brad slumped down the stairs shaking his head,
with an embarrassed look on his face.

	"The man literally threw me over his back and carried me out of the
bathroom so he could take his shower after I was in there for more than
five minutes. . . It's not fair that he's built like a freaking tank." He
laughed, sitting down at the table, biting into a piece of toast.

	Mr. Williams looked down at him with an unapproving look on his
face.

	"Sorry, Dad. . ." Brad mumbled under his breath. "I know we broke
the rules. It won't happen again."

	"Mmmhmm." Mr. Williams replied, coolly.

	Man, seeing Mr. Williams in 'dad mode' was always a sure way to get
my juices flowing. It really turned me on when I saw him like this.

	A few minutes later Coach Jackson made the walk of shame downstairs
and into the kitchen, his hair wet and sticking up, wearing nothing but a
small towel wrapped around his waist.

	"Sorry Mike. . ." He mumbled as he sat down at the table.

	"Yeah, I know, Dan." Mr. Williams replied with a slight
smile. "Don't make me start having to keep tabs on you two."

	"Understood." Coach Jackson nodded. "By the way, your kid's a real
prick, you know that?" He grunted, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

	"He certainly can be." Mr. Williams laughed, turning to
Brad. "Guess you learned not to hog all the hot water in the morning with
this guy around, didn't you son?"

	"Lesson learned." Brad laughed. "Coach is scary when he's hungry
and in a rush."

	"Yeah about that, you wouldn't happen to have any leftovers, would
you Mike?" Coach Jackson pled, an angelic look on his face.

	"Sorry Dan, you're out of luck. I wasn't aware we had a guest with
us this morning." Mr. Williams shrugged apologetically.

	Coach Jackson nudged his athlete. "Hey, slip me some of your bacon,
Williams."

	"Fuck off, Coach." Brad spat back, waving him off.

	"You can have the rest of mine, Dan." Mr. Williams chuckled,
sliding over his plate.

	"Aw Mike, I can't do that to you."

	"It's no biggie, Dan. Honestly. You'd be doing me a favor. I need
to lay off the stuff."

	"Cheers, Mike." Coach Jackson smiled, gratefully.

	I looked over at the mountainous man and his tiny plate of food and
couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I took one last bite and slid the
rest of my plate his way.

	"You're the man, Africa. I owe you one." He grinned.

	Everyone looked at Brad. After pretending not to notice, he sighed,
rolling his eyes and dumped the rest of his breakfast on the giant man's
plate. "I guess it's the least I can do after the way you earned it last
night."

	Coach Jackson grunted a sign of appreciation.

	"Alright, we're leaving in ten minutes, guys." Mr. Williams
announced, bringing his napkin to his mouth. "Dan, are you going to be
finished, dressed, and ready to go by then?"

	"Just sit back and watch this all disappear. . ." Coach Jackson
grinned as he picked up his fork. "And Mike? I'll take the kids to
school. No use in you having to do it seeing as I'm heading over there
anyway."

	"You sure, Dan? People might think it's a little strange."

	"Especially if his clothes are all wrinkled up with that 'I got
fucked all weekend', look." Brad laughed.

	Coach Jackson just ignored his athlete. "I'll just have them get
out and run the last block or two. It'd do them good. I was planning on
making them do laps during practice this afternoon anyway." Coach Jackson
replied, starting to dig in. He turned to Brad for a second as he stuffed a
piece of toast in his mouth. "And for that shit you pulled earlier this
morning hogging the shower I might make you run a couple extra miles,
Williams."

	"You wouldn't dare, Coach." Brad sat back, crossing his arms.

	"Try me, Williams." Coach Jackson smirked, raising his glass of
orange juice to toast the rest of us to a good day.