Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 07:25:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 43

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				Chapter 43


Throughout football practice Monday afternoon Brad and John Carpenter were
completely in sync. When Brad threw the ball all the way down the field
John was there to catch it and drive it home. It's like they had a sixth
sense with each other now.

	When Coach Driver blew his whistle to call them in you could see
the excitement on his face. "I don't say this lightly, men, but I think
we've got an unstoppable team this year. You've really done me proud. Now
go and wash up and I'll see you all here tomorrow."

	As the team made their way into the showers, Brad and John nodded
to each other for a job well done. It's amazing how a good old-fashioned
hate fuck can bring even the bitterest of enemies together.

	The team washed up together in the showers talking casually among
each other, exhausted after a harsh practice, but feeling good.

	"Andy, are you still fucking that chick with the nice tits I saw
you with over the summer?" One of the guys asked casually as he lathered
himself up.

	"We broke up." One of the other guys replied as he rinsed off.

	"Ah, sorry man. She was probably a really good fuck."

	"I said we broke up, I didn't say we weren't still fucking." He
chuckled, causing the other guys to break out in laughter with him.

	The other guy looked over at Brad. "Hey Brad, what about you?
What's your type of girl?"

	Brad gave a casual shrug. "To tell you the truth man, I'm kind of
into dudes."

	John's head jerked back, panicking.

	The other guys on the team, however, didn't seem to mind at all.

	"No shit?"

	"No shit." Brad shrugged again.

	"That's cool."

	The guys continued to rinse themselves off, nothing changed. The
difference between the high school locker room and the college locker room
was crazy. Back in high school you couldn't go 10 seconds in the shower
without someone cracking a gay joke, but here, everyone genuinely seemed
cool with it.

	"So what's your type of guy then?"

	"Do you really want to know?" Brad asked.

	"Yeah, of course. It's no different than all of us going around
sharing ours."

	The other guys nodded in agreement as they showered off.

	"I guess I just have this huge fantasy of sucking off a bunch of
football jocks in the team shower after practice." He deadpanned with a
straight face.

	The guys were quiet for a moment before Brad broke and they all
started cracking up.

	"Honestly, I got a guy at home. But he lets me have my fun while
I'm down here and I let him have his."

	"Dang, that sounds amazing." One of the guys sighed. "I wish my
girlfriend was like that."

	"So you guys are really cool with this?" Brad asked, looking
around.

	"Dude, why wouldn't we be?" Another guy from the team chimed
in. "Besides, I'm just glad I don't have to compete with you for chicks at
the team parties."

	Brad shook his head laughing as he turned his showerhead off and
grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. John caught him on the way out.

	"Pretty ballsy move there, Brad Williams." He said, with a smile.

	"It just seemed like the right thing to do." Brad replied. "Don't
worry man, I was never going to out you or anything like that."

	"I appreciate that. I'm not going to lie, a part of me panicked for
a second." John looked around for a second to make sure they were in the
clear. "So do you uh. . .  You want to come over for a little while?" He
said with a slight grin.

	"You have something specific in mind?" Brad asked, teasing him.

	"Maybe."

	"I'll meet you out front in five minutes then."

	"Alright cool." John grinned, getting a good look at Brad's abs
before going back to his locker.

					-

	As Brad and John walked across campus they became more and more
accustomed to being around each other. It's hard building trust out of a
relationship that started so rocky, but if there was any way to fix a rocky
relationship, hate-fucking the shit out of each other seemed to do the
trick.

	Brad rolled his eyes as they stopped in front of a grand, opulent
fraternity house. "Of course you're in a fraternity."

	"What, are you surprised?"

	"Not at all." Brad laughed.

	"Look man, do you want to fuck me or not?" John teased him.

	"Oh, I want to fuck you."

	"Then shut up!" John laughed, nudging him on the side as they
walked up the steps.

	They walked through the entrance hall where a couple groups of
jocks were sitting in the living room watching tv and talking around the
kitchen counter. They waved to John as they passed and Brad nodded to them
politely.

	As Brad followed John up the stairs they continued down the hall
and rounded the corner to what looked like what must be the master bedroom.

	"What, is this like the Fraternity president's room or something?"
Brad asked as John held the door open for him. "Is he cool with this?"

	John said nothing as Brad walked in.

	"No shit?" Brad laughed. "Am I about to fuck the president of Sigma
Phi?"

	"You already did." John replied, kicking his shoes off and relaxing
on the bed.

	"You just keep getting hotter and hotter, dude." Brad laughed,
landing next to him and leaning in to kiss him.

	"Mmmmmm. . ." John moaned as their tongues grazed against each
other. "Fuck man, you're a really good kisser."

	"I've had a lot of practice."

	"Are you this cocky 24/7?"

	"Pretty much." Brad laughed, reaching under John's shirt to run his
hands over the quarterback's hard, defined muscles.

	He felt John's hand wander toward his bedside table and soon the
quarterback was nudging a tube of lube into his shoulder.

	"What's the rush." Brad said, placing it back in the drawer. "I
want to make out with you a little."

	John nodded as Brad slowly lifted up his shirt and throwing it down
on the floor, the quarterback's concrete muscles on full display for him to
enjoy.

	"Fuck, I'd kill to have muscles like these, dude."

	John just slipped his tongue into his mouth as his response.

	"Seriously man, you've got a rack to match my boyfriend's." Brad
marveled, feeling him up. He was absentmindedly grinding his crotch into
John's, grinding against one another.

	"Come on man, you gotta fuck me." John groaned, slipping his hand
into Brad's pants and grabbing his dick.

	"Yeah?" Brad asked, kissing him and pulling at his lip.

	"Mmhmm."

	Brad slowly pulled John's shorts down and threw them down on the
floor. The pure white jockstrap hugged at his skin tightly. He was
rock-hard and already dripping through the material.

	Brad pulled his own pants down and squeezed the lube onto his dick
and then started to lather John's opening.

	He leaned down to kiss him as he lined up with John's hole, pushing
in gently.

	"It's okay man, just go for it." John nodded, opening his legs
wider to give his teammate full access to himself.

	Brad slowly sank in the entire way until his balls were resting
against John's skin.

	"Fuuuuuck. . ." Brad groaned, hanging his head down to enjoy the
sensation.

	John wrapped his arms around Brad's back and pulled him in closer.

	John's ass was just as good as Brad had remembered, seemingly
milking his cock from the inside. This guy was a pro.

	Instinctively while they made out, Brad brought his hand down
John's abs to the jockstrap underneath, pushing his hand inside to wrap
around his cock and pleasure him.

	John pulled back, pushing Brad's hand away.

	Brad, determined, looked John right in the eye and slowly reached
into the pouch again, grasping John's cock and rubbing it sensually.

	"It's okay, dude." Brad said quietly, kissing him softly.

	"I don't need- you don't have to-" John struggled.

	"I want to." Brad said, starting to jack the quarterback off
slowly.

	John looked conflicted, clearly struggling to feel
comfortable. "You really don't have to-"

	"Look at me, man." Brad said, looking him right in the eye. "You
don't have anything to be ashamed of."

	John looked away, embarrassed.

	"I mean it." Brad pressed, feeling the precum running down his
fingers from the stimulation he was giving John. "You're perfect."

	John's face turned red.

	"I really mean it, dude." Brad said, kissing him. "It's just
perfect for me to wrap my hand around and grab onto while I'm fucking you."
He picked up his pace fucking him, causing the burly quarterback to groan
with pleasure. "I like knowing the person I'm fucking is into it. And look
how hard this thing is!" Brad grinned, raising it up and smacking it
against his teammate's abs, precum running down. "Look at me, man." John
complied, getting a little more comfortable. "You never have to be ashamed
of getting off when you're with me. Alright? Or with anyone. You're a great
fuck. Any guy would be lucky to get the chance to fuck you. And you giving
it up for guys like me is an ego boost like you wouldn't believe. You're
doing exactly what you should be doing. You don't ever have to be ashamed
of anything, alright? Your dick is perfect."

	John nodded, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Brad
pleasured him both internally and externally.

	"Alright?" Brad pressed, continuing to stroke him.

	"Yeah." John said, looking at him gratefully. Brad could see it in
his eyes that this really meant a lot to the big, butch quarterback.

	Brad carefully reached under and unhooked the jockstrap and tossed
it behind them, finally being able to see John Carpenter in all of his
wonderful, masculine glory.

	"You're a goddamn stud." Brad moaned, leaning down to kiss him as
he fucked him.

	"God that feels so good. . ." John groaned as Brad worked him over.

	"Go on." Brad nodded. "Cum while I'm fucking you."

	"Oh my god, you're going to make me cum!" John yelled, his toes
curling as his teammate sent him over the edge. "MMMMMMMM!!!" His eyes
rolled into the back of his head as, for the first time, he finally was
able to climax with someone inside of him.

	Shot after shot of pearly white sperm hit the headboard above him
as his orgasm puled all throughout his body.

	Brad could feel each surge the quarterback's cock pulsed in his
hand as more and more cum shot from his cock.

	"Oh my god. . ." John moaned, the aftershock of his powerful climax
still lingering.

	"Keep going." Brad said, leaning down to kiss him while keeping a
steady rhythm on his teammate's cock. He made no effort to slow down his
powerful assault on his ass.

	"Brad. . ." John panted, exhausted.

	"I want you to enjoy this." Brad said to him, kissing him softly.

	The look on the handsome quarterback's face was unmistakable. Pure
gratitude.

	And with that, John Carpenter leaned his head back into the pillow
as his former rival steadily worked on giving him another orgasm, free to
no longer get worked up about the insecurities or inhibitions, and just get
off instead.

					-

	Brad Williams woke up with a big, burly man in his arms. For a
split second he was back at home, with the mighty Coach Jackson snoozing
soundly in his arms just where he wanted him. But instead, the handsome
John Carpenter slowly stirred, smiling as their eyes met after a well
earned nap.

	"Hey." John smiled, kissing his teammate's shoulder.

	"Hey." Brad replied, running his hand along his teammate's abs.

	"Listen man, I really want to thank you for what you did for me
today. I don't think you'll ever know how much it meant to me. Being able
to- you know. . . not feel self-conscious anymore."

	"That's the thing dude, you shouldn't have to thank me for any of
that. You're fucking hot. A real man's man. Any guy would be lucky to get
with you."

	"God, I still feel amazing." John yawned; his strong muscles
expanding as he stretched. "Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

	"Like I said before, I've had a lot of practice." Brad shrugged,
reaching over to pull on his shirt. "And for the record, my boyfriend's got
a bigger dick than most guys would dream of and nine times out of ten he
wants to use his pussy to get off instead of just his dick. Some dudes were
just meant to put out for other dudes. It doesn't make them any less of a
man."

	"Did you just call his hole a pussy?" John asked, laughing.

	"Long story." Brad laughed. "That's what he calls it. The guy's got
a lot of rules, but man is he worth it."

	"You sound really happy with him."

	"I really am. God I miss him. In fact. . ." Brad said as he pulled
his pants on. "I need to get going. I'm kind of working on a project for
him."

	"A project, huh?" John laughed. "From the way you say it, I hope
he's prepared for whatever you're planning for him."

	"Trust me." Brad replied as he made his way to the door. "The guy's
going to love every second of it."

						-

	It was the night before classes started and I was already getting
ahead of reading for my classes that week. Brad was busy talking to Coach
Jackson on his laptop and though I'd gotten used to tuning them out when I
was studying, sometimes their conversations were a little harder to put to
the back of my mind.

	"So I told the team about you, Coach." Brad said as he
absentmindedly fumbled with the tassels on his jacket.

	"You WHAT?" Coach Jackson yelled, immediately in a panic.

	"Relax Coach, I didn't tell them who you were. I just mentioned I
had a guy back home."

	I chimed in, impressed. "I can't believe you did that. That's
awesome, Brad."

	"Hold on a sec, Africa, I need to know what exactly you told these
guys. Williams, I have my job to worry about here!"

	"It's like I said, Coach, I told the team I was into dudes and they
were totally cool with it. You're not mad, are you?"

	"Of course I'm not mad." Coach Jackson sighed. "I just wish you'd
given me a heads up is all."

	"Well you know now." Brad replied. "I love you, Coach. And I wanted
these guys to know that."

	"Yeah, I get it." Coach Jackson muttered.

	"It's funny, we were talking about how awesome it is having a
trophy pussy waiting for you at home and-"

	"Now wait a fuckin' minute Williams. Let's make one thing clear. I
am not anyone's trophy pussy." Coach Jackson interjected defiantly.

	I couldn't help but smile to myself as I listened, knowing how the
two of them could pick a fight about anything.

	"Of course you are, Coach." Brad replied, not phased one bit.

	"Yeah Williams? And what exactly is it about me that makes you
think I'm your trophy pussy?"

	"Well it's easy. A trophy pussy is someone who's easy on the eyes,
keeps themselves in good shape, and is willing to put out for you morning,
noon, and night. A total cockwhore in your back pocket whenever you want
it. Someone you can show off and make people jealous for just the chance to
get with it when you're getting it every night."

	He waited for a response.

	"Which part of that scenario isn't you, Coach?" Brad asked,
cockily.

	"Ah fuck Williams, I really am your trophy pussy."

	"Of course you are, Coach."

	"Well then listen to exactly the fuck I'm about to tell you then,
Williams." Coach Jackson muttered. "If I'm your trophy pussy I want to be
the best trophy pussy. When you go bragging to the other guys on the team I
want them knowing just how good you have it. I want them knowing I put out
for you regular when I'm around and I put out because I want to, not
because I have to. I want those guys on the team to know their girlfriends
probably make them wear a rubber and you get me raw every goddamn time. I
don't fucking make you pull out. When I come down there I want each and
every one of those guys knowing exactly how good you have it. I don't do
anything half-assed and I want those guys to treat your trophy pussy with
some respect. Have I made myself clear?"

	"You got it, Coach." Brad grinned.

	"Glad we got that settled then." Coach Jackson smirked. "Now are
you going to tell me who I'm giving it up for this weekend?"

	"Ah, I take it someone's getting a little excited."

	"Fuck, it's all I can think about, kid. The thought of you sitting
back and getting to choose the guy who gets my ass. . . fuck, you've got me
horny for it."

	"Well, see that's the thing I wanted to talk to you about, Coach."

	"Oh this ought to be good. . ." Coach Jackson muttered.

	"I think I've narrowed it down to three applications."

	"Shit Williams, can't you just tell me a little bit about them?"
Coach Jackson whined.

	"Coach, take your hand out of your shorts."

	"Aw fuck Williams, but you've got me itching to give it up for
these dudes like crazy."

	"And you will. But you're saving your loads, alright?"

	"Fine." Coach Jackson pouted, taking his hand out and sighing.

	"So back to what I was wanting to talk to you about."

	"Yeah?" Coach Jackson nodded.

	"Like I said, I think I've narrowed it down to three applications
and they're all just so tempting."

	"Uh huh. . .?"

	"And I was thinking it'd be such a shame to knock these other dudes
out of the race when they're so qualified for the job. Part of me is
tempted to let all three of them have your ass."

	Coach Jackson was quiet on the other end.

	"What do you think, Coach?"

	"Aw fuck Williams. . ." Coach Jackson moaned. "You'd really let all
three of them at me?"

	"It was just an idea. I figured the whole point of this was to get
you some dick to tide you over until you get the chance to come up here, so
why narrow it down to just one lucky guy?"

	"Aw please Williams. . ." Coach Jackson whined. "Please, let `em
all at me. I promise I'll be good until then."

	"I'll think it over and get back to you, Coach." Brad replied,
casually. "In the mean time, hands off your dick and away from your pussy,
alright?"

	"I promise." Coach Jackson nodded, throwing his hands up. "Just
think about, okay?"

	"Oh I will. You just leave this to me. Are you sure you have three
nights free this week anyway?"

	"You kidding me? These dudes are putting so much work just for the
chance of getting in my ass, I'll make all the time they need."

	A sly grin spread across Brad Williams's face. "Now that's what I
like to hear, Coach."

						-

	Dan Jackson nervously sat in the corner booth of the bar, fumbling
with the napkin under his beer. He couldn't believe he was here. Sitting in
some seedy cruising spot where horny college students go to get laid when
they've struck out everywhere else. But he was told where to be and when,
and he was damned sure going to follow through.

	He was nervous for many reasons. There was the chance he would be
exposed. He had a reputation to uphold in this town. He was a
well-respected athletics coach and a legendary athlete himself back in the
day. He was putting a lot on the line just for being here. He didn't know
who would be sitting down across from him in 2 minutes.

	He was nervous about meeting this guy. A guy who was expecting him
to put out that night, no questions asked. What if this completely
imploded? What if the guy was a complete slob?

	He chuckled to himself as he waved the bartender down for another
beer. He knew deep down that he was putting out tonight. No matter who sat
down in that chair, they'd already sealed the deal. They were getting
laid. If the guy was a stud, that was just a bonus.

	Because in the end, what Dan Jackson was most nervous about was the
prospect of going one more fucking night without getting his pussy
pounded. One more agonizing night of keeping his legs closed. No. No
fucking way. No fucking way was he prolonging the release he needed one
more night. No matter who sat down in front of him, they were getting
laid. And that was just that. There really was no other way to put it.

	His hole gave a jolt as he pictured in his mind the guy he'd be
giving it up for tonight. He needed this. And he was finally going to get
it, too. He looked around the room at the different guys casually talking
around the room.

	Mmmhmm. I'd give it up for him. He silently nodded as his eyes
roamed across each target one by one as he appraised them. Yep, I'd give it
up for him. Him. Definitely him. Even him. Fuck, I'd put out for him
nonfucking stop and he'd have no say in it. He finally got to the end of
the line and realized there wasn't a single guy in here who didn't have a
shot at his hole. Even the average guys he wouldn't normally give a second
look, he'd give it up for. It was an eye opening moment for him. Dan
Jackson used to have impossibly high standards. Hell, he'd gone almost
thirty years with the mentality that no man would ever be good enough to
earn his hole, and now here he was, barely able to control his fantasy of
having every single son of a bitch in here riding his hole until he'd
gotten a shot at every single one of them. It wasn't the new Dan
Jackson. It was the true Dan Jackson. A grade-A muscleslut. And he couldn't
be any prouder of it.

	He dug into his pocket to reach for his phone and check the
time. He saw that he had a text from Brad Williams.

	Brad Williams: Excited?

	Dan shook his head laughing as he thought of a way to convey just
how eager he was to get this thing started, but before he could finish
typing it out, he heard a guy clearing his throat.

	"Excuse me, are you expecting somebo- Holy shit, Coach?"

	Dan looked up to find a well-built, tall black man in front of him.

	"Well I'll be damned. . ." He said, standing up immediately to
shake this guy's hand. His mind immediately put set aside the objective for
tonight as he was greeted by one of his best former players.  He must have
graduated ten years ago by now, but he recognized him instantly. Whoever
this mystery guy tonight was, he could wait. "Tyrone Adams. . . how the
hell are ya, kid?" He grinned, taking in his former student.

	"I'm doing good, Coach." His former athlete smiled, flashing his
signature pearly whites. Total panty dropper. Or in this case, jock
dropper.

	The door to the bar opened and a new guy wandered in and for a
split second Dan thought he saw his eyes linger at his booth but was
immediately greeted by a group of other college students who he seemed to
be meeting. He turned back to Tyrone, wondering if he should offer for him
to sit down with him for a moment and catch up. On one hand, he really
wanted to talk to him and see how he was doing, but on the other hand, he
could be a major cockblock and scare this mystery guy off! "Shit, I guess I
can't exactly call you `kid' anymore, huh?" Coach Jackson laughed, patting
him on the shoulder as they stood next to the booth.

	"It's alright Coach, I kind of like it actually. Takes me back to
high school."

	"Shit, you must have graduated, what, almost ten years ago?"

	"About, yeah. I'm just glad you remembered me, Coach."

	"Of course I remember you. You're still one of the best linebackers
I've ever had. And shit, it looks like you're still built like a brick
shithouse." He remarked, his eyes taking in the massive build of his former
player.

	"Yeah, my job keeps me pretty active. I'm a factory worker and
heavy lifting is part of the job. Which I guess is a good thing because I
wouldn't have time to really go at it at the gym since I'm taking night
classes. You know, Coach, you really worked us hard, but I know I'm a
better man for it. I hope you know that."

	"Hey. I really appreciate that, T." Dan replied, warmly.

	The door opened again and Coach Jackson's eyes roamed over the
newest offering walking through. Decent build. Good looking enough. But he
had to admit, he was more interested in what was right in front of
him. Former student or not, Tyrone Adams was checking all of his boxes at
the moment.

	"Hey Coach, you supposed to meet someone here?" Tyrone asked,
following Dan's stare.

	"Yeah, kid, I'm really sorry. Kind of set up a thing I can't get
out of. Listen, hit me up online alright? I'd really love to catch up. You
were always one of my best players, you know that?"

	"Wow, thanks Coach. I think I'll take you up on that." He started
to laugh. "It's kind of funny actually. I was supposed to meet someone at
this booth."

	"No shit, me too." Coach Jackson laughed. "Guess it's a good
spot. You got a date lined up or something?"

	"Something like that." Tyrone nodded. "You?"

	"Yeah, something like that."

The two of them mulled each other's words over in their heads before it
started to dawn on them. Tyrone looked up, his jaw dropping. "Holy shit, it
really was you in that picture. . ."

	"What the hell are you talking about?" Coach Jackson asked, not
sure if this was actually happening.

	"The ad. . . This whole time I was hoping. . ."

	"Were you supposed to meet me here?"

	"I- I think so, Coach. . ." Tyrone replied, trying not to give away
too much information in case he was wrong.

	For a moment they ran the situation over in their heads. A slow
smile spread across Dan Jackson's face. "Well I'll be damned. . ."

	"Listen Coach, I'm really sorry about all of this." Tyrone
stammered as he started to get up, embarrassed. "I think-"

	"Whoa whoa whoa, where do you think you're going, kid?" Coach
Jackson looked up, crossing his arms.

	"You- you're okay with this?"

	"Sit your ass down." Coach Jackson muttered, staring him down.

	His former athlete complied, gulping as he sat down across from
him.

	"Explain to me exactly why you're here." Coach Jackson said,
crossing his arms.

	"I- I saw an ad. . ."

	"Uh huh?"

	"And when I saw it- y- you see, ever since. . .  I've always
been. . . I mean I've always had a thing for-"

	"Damn it, Tyrone, just get it out already."

	His former athlete gave a sigh. "Ever since high school you've been
the ultimate fantasy, Coach. I got a big thing for muscle guys like
you. Especially figures of authority."

	"Mmhmm." Coach Jackson nodded, staring him down.

	"And- and when I saw the ad, I thought it would be a chance to get
with a guy like you. But I had no idea it really was you."

	"Yeah, well believe it, kid. Because I gotta tell ya, I'm one horny
motherfucker and I'm not leaving this bar alone. My pussy's been wanting a
good seeing to for weeks now and it's going to get it. Now tell me
something. . ." He muttered, staring his former athlete in the eye as he
reached under the table to cop a feel of the man's dick through his
pants. His fingers ran over a hefty head, with the promise of an almost
obscene amount of shaft left to go. "Are you going to be worth the wait?"

	For the first time all night Tyrone Adams was able to lean back,
confidently. "I think by the end of the night you're going to know the
answer to that question, Coach."

	Dan Jackson was silent as he let the words mull over for a
moment. "Let's get out of here and give you that fantasy you've always
wanted then, sport."

					-

	They could barely keep their hands off of each other on their way
home, but they managed to make it through the front door 10 minutes later.

	"First thing's first." Coach Jackson said as he pushed his former
player through to the other side of the couch. "A little bit of house rules
to go over."

	Tyrone nodded.

	"Number one, from the moment we walked through this door, I don't
fucking know the word `no.'"

	Tyrone felt his dick pulse.

	"Which leads me to rule number two." Dan continued, clearing his
throat. "Until you walk out that door tomorrow morning, you want it, you
get it. No questions asked. I don't give a shit if you blew your fourth wad
in me two minutes ago. You say the word, I put out. You get as much pussy
as you want, understand?"

	"I can't believe this is actually happening. . ." He shook his
head.

	"Rule number three. I don't want to ever hear you thank me. A guy
like you should never have to thank anyone for giving him something he
should be getting in the first place." He waited for Tyrone to nod. "Rule
number four. Your load goes anywhere you want. And you will give me
multiple loads, are we clear?"

	"Yes Coach."

	"Well alright then." Coach Jackson smirked. He could see the
enormous mound forming in his former player's pants already. "Now why don't
you show me what it is I'm giving it up for?"

	"Why don't you show me something to get me excited." Tyrone
countered.

	Coach Jackson gave him a look as he slowly pulled his shirt over
his head. His rippling muscles came into view and he flexed for special
effect.

	"Damn Coach, you're in even better shape now than you were then."

	"Yeah? You still hot for coach, Adams?"

	"Man, I thought the picture from the ad just had to be
photo-shopped."

	Coach Jackson reached out to grab his former athlete's hand and
brought it to his abs, letting him get a good feel of his muscles. "Does
this feel photo-shopped to you, Ty?"

	Tyrone took his lead and felt all the way down Coach Jackson's
body, slipping his hand down into the man's shorts and slowly snaking its
way to his hole.

	"Fuck, you're really not afraid to take the lead are you?" Coach
Jackson laughed as his former athlete's fingers circled around his hole.

	"Who do you think taught me?" Tyrone replied, looking him right in
the eye.

	Coach Jackson shivered as his hole was finally getting the
attention he craved. Without skipping a beat, Tyrone pulled the man's
shorts down, letting his giant erection pop out against his abs proudly.

	"Damn Coach. You're big all over."

	"Are you surprised? Now let's see what you got."

	His former athlete leaned back on the sofa, relaxing. "You want it,
come and get it."

	"You know, you're a cocky fucker, Adams. I like that. Cocky fuckers
get laid." Coach Jackson replied, bringing his hand to the guy's zipper and
slowly pulling down. He reached inside and his hands wrapped around a
thick, rapidly growing slab of meat. "Guess because of this thing you have
every right to be." He made a move to pull the guy's boxers down through
his jeans to finally unleash the monster that lay inside, but Tyrone
stopped him.

	"Show me how much you want it, Coach. Just use your teeth."

	"Cocksure son of a bitch." Coach Jackson smirked, folding his hands
behind his back and leaning his head down just below his former player's
navel. He rubbed the end of his nose along the pulsing shaft that lay below
his boxers and inhaled deeply. "Fuck, that's good." He moaned tracing along
the shaft.

	"Go on, Coach. You know you want it."

	Coach Jackson carefully bit down on the top of his former player's
boxers and slowly pulled down.

	Tyrone was boned up so hard that the head of his cock blocked Dan
from pulling any further.

	"Fuck, Tyrone!" Coach Jackson huffed, readjusting to another
position to overcome the immense obstacle. This time as he pulled down he
was finally able to pull them all the way down, unleashing the rock-hard
black cock from inside. "Oh fuck yeah. . ." Coach Jackson muttered as it
waved menacingly in front of his face. 10 thick inches of big black cock
towered over him.

	"What do you think, Coach? Think that's enough black cock to get
the job done?"

	"I think you and I are gonna have some fun tonight, Ty."

	"Why don't you-" But before he could even get it out, Coach Jackson
had already lunged forward, wrapping his wet lips around it, sinking the
first five inches to the top of his throat.

	"Oh fuck, Coach. . ."

	Coach Jackson swirled his tongue around the head, causing his
former athlete to groan with pleasure. He undulated his throat muscles to
tease him.

	"Goddamn that's good. . ." Tyrone moaned, leaning his head back on
the sofa as the literal man of his dreams serviced him with a world class
blowjob.

	The way Coach Jackson was sucking him off was unforgiving. It was
calculated. This man wanted his load and he wasn't wasting any time.

	"Coach, slow down a little." He warned him, clenching his fists as
Coach Jackson sank all the way down on his shaft. The man held him there,
just like that, his throat wrapped around his cock like a vice-grip,
refusing to let go. "Jesus, Coach, let up for a second." He begged,
grabbing the back of the man's head and pulling him up.

	"Don't you fucking dare!" Coach Jackson fired back, immediately
sinking back down on it, causing his former player to groan audibly.

	"Coach, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!"

	"Mmmhmm." Coach Jackson replied, 10 thick inches of black cock
stuffed down his throat.

	"Coach."

	Dan sank up and down the shaft with his throat muscles pulling the
cum up from the inside, refusing to slow down.

	"Coach, come on, don't!"

	The sound only a cock being furiously stuffed up and down a man's
throat can make filled the room as Dan Jackson sucked off his former player
like he'd never sucked another cock before.

	"Oh fuck, Coach!"

	Dan felt the giant cock pulse and immediately pulled off it,
wrapping his mighty paw around it and jacking it off over his face, closing
his eyes as the first blast of cum hit him square in the forehead. Shot
after shot of warm warehouse worker cum landed all over his face, coating
him and running down his chin as he held his tongue out to catch what he
could.  All too soon the jets grew weaker and weaker as he finally
extracted all he could from this sudden orgasm he had inflicted on his
former player.

	He looked up at him as Tyrone panted, exhausted, his hand still
gripping the back of his head.

	"Holy shit, Coach. . ." He said, amazed, breathing in and out
heavily.

	"I wanted you to give me a real fuck when you're in my ass." Coach
Jackson replied, tonguing the slit to lick up anything he'd left behind.

	"You don't mess around, do you?"

	"When I need to get fucked, I need to get fucked." He said,
standing up and planting his big, meaty ass over Tyrone's face. "You have
two minutes to get me ready for you."

	As his reply, Tyrone dove into his coach's hole, tonguing it
enthusiastically, wanting to get a taste of the hole he'd fantasized about
for so long.

	"Ah shit, that's good." Coach Jackson groaned, his hole pulsing
around his former athlete's tongue. "That's it, T. This big black cock is
going to absolutely own that hole by the time I'm done with you." He leaned
down and took Tyrone's cock back into his mouth, refusing to let it go
down.

	They continued just like that, working each other over for the main
event. Coach Jackson's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his hole was
tongued by his former athlete so expertly.

	"I can't wait any fucking longer." He said as he pulled off of the
cock in front of him and repositioned himself, squatting down and forgoing
any lube. He lined the fat black cock head up with his opening and sat down
on it, feeling himself stretch to accommodate him.

	"Ahh fuuuuuuck. . ." He groaned, sinking down on the first few
inches. He waited a few seconds before locking eyes with his athlete. "Fuck
me."

	"Y- you sure, Coach?"

	"I said fuck me!" Coach Jackson yelled, slamming down fully, his
own thick cock bobbing as the shaft inside of him hit his prostate. "Aw
fuck yeah!" He threw his head back in pleasure as that itch he couldn't
quite scratch deep inside of him was finally getting the attention he
needed. "Goddamn, I've needed this for weeks!"

	"Fuck, Coach. . ." Tyrone groaned underneath him as his shaft was
enveloped by the warm tunnel of the guy he'd fantasized about for almost 10
years now.

	"How's that feel, Ty? You've been wanting in this pussy ever since
I had you on my team, haven't you?"

	"Oh God, Coach. It's just how I imagined it would be."

	Coach Jackson sank up and down on the immense shaft, working his
prostate over with each stroke.

	Tyrone reached up and grabbed the thick cock bobbing around in
front of him, but Coach Jackson slapped his hand away. "Don't touch it. I'm
gonna bring myself off."

	Tyrone watched as Coach Jackson sank himself up and down on his
cock, slamming down all the way and grinding himself down with a groan and
then pulling off all the way until the head was pulling at the man's lips.

	"Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson whined, slamming down, his eyes
rolling into the back of his head in ecstasy. "Aw fuck. . ." His cock was
bobbing up and down on its own, throbbing with each motion he made. Coach
Jackson was completely driving his own pleasure through his former
athlete's cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body
as he massaged his spot deep inside of him. "Aw fuck, T, you're gonna bring
me off like that. . ." He whined. "Hhhhhhhh. . ." He moaned as he slammed
down fully. "Hhhhhhh. . ." He groaned, slamming down again. "HHHHHHHH!" His
strong hands squeezed around the cushion as he felt it coursing through his
veins. "FUUUUUCK!!!"

	Amazingly, completely untouched, Dan Jackson's mighty cock started
shooting jet after jet of cum, completely drenching the chest and abs of
his former athlete. With each stroke he made inside of him, his cock
throbbed, causing more fluid to run down his length.

	"hmmpf. . ." He groaned, collapsing back on the back of the couch,
catching his breath. His concrete muscles flexed as he breathed in and out,
his cock still bobbing up and down uncontrollably as he recovered from his
orgasm.

	"Holy shit, Coach." Tyrone stated, amazed at what he had just
witnessed.

	"I really fucking needed that." Coach Jackson laughed, whipping his
brow.

	"I've never seen anything like that in my life."

	"Yeah well I really, really like jock cock." He sighed, getting
back into position, sitting up straight. "I'm good for at least another
before we take a break."

	"Wait, what?"

	"You fuckin' heard me. Now if Coach tells you to hustle, you're
gonna fucking hustle, understand?"

	"Damn, Coach." Tyrone laughed, starting to thrust up into him.

	"Nuh uh." Coach Jackson shook his head. "You've been wanting this
for years, Tyrone. You're gonna show me some respect and fuck me like you
mean it."

	"Yes Coach."

	"What was that?"

	"Yes Coach."

	"Don't just say it, Tyrone! Mean it! Fuck me like you've wanted to
fuck me since I was bossing your ass around in high school!"

	"That's it. . ." Tyrone muttered, wrapping his arms around his
superior and pushing him down, crouching over him. Coach Jackson was
sprawled on his back underneath him now, legs wrapped around his former
athlete's back.

	"Aw fuck yeah, Adams! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me like you always
wanted to!"

	Tyrone Adams slammed into him, relishing the feeling of finally
conquering his ultimate fantasy fuck.

	"Goddamn! Ugh!" Coach Jackson grunted as he was pummeled by 10
thick inches of black cock.

	"What's the matter, Coach? Bit off a little more than you can
chew?" Tyrone taunted him, sweat dripping from his forehead.

	"Pull out." Coach Jackson muttered, wincing.

	"Aw, don't whimp out on me now, Coach!" Tyrone laughed, really
slamming into him.

	"I said fucking pull out." Coach Jackson commanded him, holding his
chest back to prevent him from thrusting forward.

	Tyrone complied, slowly extracting his cock from the confines of
his former coach's hole.

	Dan Jackson looked him right in the eye as he brought his fist to
the collection of cum splattered across his abs and collected it on his
palm. He smeared it all around his opening with a deviant grin on his face,
going back to the pool on his abs to slick Tyrone's cock with a new
coat. Feeling satisfied, he brought the rest to his lips and let it drip
onto his tongue. He let it swirl around his mouth for a moment before
swallowing. "Now fuck the shit out of me, Adams."

	Without wasting one second, Tyrone plunged back in, entering and
sliding through with ease. He immediately resumed his pace, absolutely
pummeling his former coach with deep hard strokes.

	"Aw fuck, T!" Coach Jackson bellowed, completely at the mercy of
the man hunched over him.

	"Let me at your tits, Coach." Tyrone said, running his hands all
over Dan's toned torso. "Fuck, you're built."

	"Do anything you want, Tyrone.  You can have anything on me. This
is your chance to do anything you ever fucking wanted to me, you
understand?"

	"Gonna breed you raw, Coach." Tyrone muttered, his lips right
against Coach Jackson's ear.

	"You fuckin' better."

	"Gonna shoot inside you so far."

	"Oh God, I want it, T."

	"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Coach?"

	"Fuck yeah!"

	"All those times after practice with you parading around in those
skimpy little shorts. . . You were just hoping one of your players would
have the balls to jump you and make you give it up, weren't you?"

	"Aw fuck, T, I'm so fucking close. . ."

	"Oh no you don't." Tyrone cautioned him, sinking all the way in and
grinding around, causing Coach Jackson to remove his hand from his cock to
brace himself against the fabric.

	"Gahhh!" Coach Jackson squirmed, fully impaled on his former
athlete's cock.

	"You wait to get your nut until I've gotten mine. Are we clear?"
Tyrone muttered, right in his ear.

	Coach Jackson groaned in response.

"I asked you a question, Coach." Tyrone stated, pinching the man's nipple
harshly.

	"Y-yeah." Coach Jackson nodded, his hole stretching around the cock
implanted deep inside of him.

	"Yes what?"

	"Y-yes sir." Coach Jackson replied, focusing on accommodating all
of the cock he had inside of him.

	"That's more like it, Coach." Tyrone smirked, resuming his pace and
going for his own nut now. "Now hold still. I want you to feel every time I
shoot inside you."

	He rammed into him mercilessly feeling his balls draw back,
preparing to fire. He gripped the back of Coach Jackson's hair and held
tight as he slammed into him.

	"Here it comes, Coach! UUUUUGHHHHHH!" He pounded in and out until
the very last second before driving it all the way in deep, holding it
there as he started shooting.

	Dan Jackson felt the huge cock inside of him twitch with every
single shot. Each pulse representing a deeper conquest of his hole. His
former athlete had him pinned down and held by the waist and hair as he
inseminated him, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt more turned
on.

	"Fuck T, I can feel each time you put more into me. . ." Coach
Jackson sighed, relishing the sensation of fully surrendering his ass to
his one-time player.

	"You're going to be feeling it all night, Coach. We're just getting
started here." Tyrone replied, releasing his grip as he wound down.

	"Fuck me. . ." Coach Jackson exhaled deeply, collapsing into the
couch. He looked down to find a healthy splatter of cum seeping into the
fabric. "Shit, I don't even know when you made me cum again."

	He rolled out from under him, leaning back against the cushion,
exhausted.

	They locked eyes as they each collected their breath. Coach Jackson
crossed his arms behind his head, looking satisfied.

	"Do you need to go use the bathroom or something, Coach?"

	"What do you mean?" Coach Jackson asked, confused.

	"It's just usually after I cum inside someone, most guys get up and
run to the bathroom."

	Coach Jackson shook his head. "Look at me, Adams."

	"Sorry Coach, I didn't mean-"

	"I worked for this load. I earned this load. And I'm damned sure
gonna keep it. Any guy lucky enough to get your load should never try and
get rid of it. If they do, they don't fucking deserve it. Understand me?"

	Tyrone Adams couldn't hide the look of pride on his face. The fact
that the guy he had fantasized about since forever, the pinnacle of
masculinity, wanted to keep his load inside of him. . . it was the hottest
thing he'd ever experienced.

	"And I sure as shit hope you plan on putting more in me." Coach
Jackson said to him, leaning back to relax, satisfied.

	"Whatever you say, Coach. How about a powernap first?" He replied,
wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

	"You know, I like the way you think, Adams."

	Dan got up with a stretch, his big cock hanging down proudly, as he
walked to the bed.

	Tyrone watched, longingly, unsure what exactly the line was.

	"What the fuck are you waiting for, kid?" Coach Jackson said,
affectionately, as he climbed inside, holding the covers up.

	"Thanks Coach." Tyrone smiled, following him.

	They curled up against one another, with Coach Jackson's big, meaty
ass pressed against his former player's cock, almost as if it was an
invitation to claim his reward any time he wanted it.

	Coach Jackson leaned his head back and took a good look at the
student he had admired for so long. Their lips met for a moment to share a
tender kiss before breaking away, nodding to each other affectionately as
Tyrone wrapped is arms around Dan's waist. They lay like that until each
slowly drifted off to sleep.


						-

	Sometime during the night Dan Jackson was woken up by the feeling
of something pressing against his hole. He opened is eyes to find Tyrone
Adams gently grinding up against him, his rock hard cock rearing to go.

	"Is it okay if I take you up on your offer for some more?" He
asked, grinning.

	"What the fuck did I say about asking for pussy?" Coach Jackson
grunted. "You want more, you take it." He hiked his leg up, expectantly.

	He reached behind him and guided his former player's rock-hard cock
to his opening and pushed it through, groaning as it slid further into him.

	"Goddamn that's good." Coach Jackson sighed as he prepared himself
for another round of good, hard ass pummeling. He looked at his alarm clock
over on the bedside table. He had a feeling this wouldn't be the first time
he would wake up to the feeling of Tyrone Adams wanting in his ass again.

And he didn't mind that one bit.

				-

Dan Jackson groggily shuffled around his kitchen in nothing but a skimpy
pair of underwear, the smell of fresh coffee filling the room as he wiped
the sleep out of his eyes. It had been a long night. He figured he hadn't
gotten a full two or three hours of uninterrupted sleep without being woken
up again for sex. Apparently Tyrone Adams was insatiable. But then again,
neither was Dan Jackson.

He heard a yawn from the bedroom doorway. "Morning Coach." Tyrone said,
sleepily. "You're up pretty early. Got the coffee going and everything."

"Yeah, I gotta get to school early for practice and I was hoping you'd want
some more hole off me before I kicked you out."

"And here I thought you'd be warn out after what I put you through last
night." Tyrone laughed accepting a cup of coffee gratefully.

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me tired of that
dick."

"How long do we have?"

	Coach Jackson looked down at his watch. "About an hour or so. I
figure I can manage to get a couple more loads out of you and then send you
on your way."

	"Quite a tall order this early in the morning, Coach."

	"What, you don't think I can do it?"

	"Didn't say that." Tyrone laughed, bringing the mug to his lips.

	"Real quick, before I forget. . ." Coach Jackson opened one of the
drawers near the kitchen table and took out an envelope and a pen and
paper. He hastily scribbled an address on the envelope and handed it all
over to his former player as he put a stamp on it. "I want you to do me a
favor. After we're done here I want you to write something down and send it
over to Brad Williams. He was nice enough to let another guy have my ass
and I figured a nice way to pay him back would be to let him know just how
good you took him up on his offer. Let him know how good my hole felt, how
much of a cockslut I am, how much I put out. You'll think of something."

	"I think I'm really going to enjoy putting that all down on paper,
Coach." Tyrone laughed. "You sure your guy would be into that? Hearing
about all the things I did to you?"

	"Trust me. . ." Coach Jackson smirked, taking a sip from his
cup. "He'll fucking love it."

	"Well then I won't hold back." Tyrone replied, putting the envelope
and paper with his things by the door. "Now why don't you get your ass back
in bed and I'll send you over to practice with a couple loads swimming
around in you for the rest of the day?"

	"I'll be there and two minutes." Coach Jackson grinned. He watched
as his former athlete went back to the bedroom and he took out his phone.

	Dan Jackson: i fucking love you you know that?

	Brad Williams: fun night?

	Dan Jackson: job isn't over yet. still hungry and ive got a big
black cock wanting in my pussy before work

	Brad Williams: enjoy it coach. but dont spoil your appetite. i got
two more guys waiting for their turn at you tonight and tomorrow. i told
them to save their loads for you and you'll make sure they're taken care of

	Dan Jackson: just tell me when and where, williams

	Dan Jackson's hole gave a pulse as he put his phone down with a
grin. He couldn't even imagine the guys Brad Williams had lined up for him.

	"You ready to get fucked some more, Coach?" He heard from his
bedroom.

	"That's the understatement of the fucking century. . ." Coach
Jackson muttered to himself, slipping his underwear down as he made his way
back to the bedroom.

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