Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2016 23:46:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 45

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				Chapter 45


I woke up to the feeling of Mike Williams snoozing gently against my
back. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. All the nights I'd
dreamed of waking up like this, and it was finally here. I leaned my head
down and kissed his shoulder, hoping I didn't wake him up. This was my
happy place. With my man in my arms and a full day ahead of us to do as
much or as little as we wanted.

	I felt him turning himself around so that he was facing me. He
hummed happily and leaned over to kiss me. I was sorry to have woken him
up, but I could definitely live with the consequences.

	Without either of us saying a word, I positioned myself over him as
he spread his legs, lapping at my tongue with his. I knew he would still be
amply lubricated from the night before, so I brought the head of my cock to
his opening and gently pressed into him.

	He didn't hesitate or flinch at all, prompting me to continue
pushing more into him as we made out with each other until I was fully
inside of him once again.

	I thrust in and out of him, making sure to hit all of the spots I
knew he had. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him as he
spread his legs further apart to let me in further.

	I was so in love with this man. It didn't seem possible for me to
convey how much I loved this man. But feeling the way his body reacted to
each and every movement I made inside of him, with him, I wanted so
desperately to give him the same amount of pleasure he was giving me at
this very moment.

	From the way his toes were curling into the sheets, the way his
arms were massaging my back to encourage me, I knew I was succeeding. I
could fuck Drew, or Coach Jackson, or Greg Foster, Jason, or any of the
other people I'd had sex with in my lifetime, but the only other person I
could ever, or would ever make love to was Mike Williams. And here he was,
now, in my bed, kissing me and holding me close to him as he let me inside
of him, each of us bringing each other to a level of pleasure we never knew
was possible.

	I wanted to hold off my impending orgasm, but it just felt so good
to be inside of him again. I kissed him more urgently, picking up my pace,
giving myself fully to him as he did the same for me. Almost as if we
shared the same body, we both reached the edge together, with him coating
our stomachs in his pearly white load, and me firing into him, the feeling
of pleasure overwhelming me.

	I relished the feeling of his seed between our bodies as I leaned
in closer to him, kissing him lovingly and rubbing my head against his.

	I made no attempt to withdraw from him, nor did he make any attempt
to prompt me to.

	And like that, we lay there together as one, enjoying the presence
of one another that each of us had needed for so long.

					-

	Brad Williams woke up in John Carpenter's bed with the handsome,
all American quarterback snoozing soundly next to him. It was amazing to
him how comfortable around each other they'd become over the past few
weeks. At first he worried about leading John on and making sure to not
cuddle with him too much like he did with Coach Jackson, but it became
pretty clear that John didn't want to pursue this as a relationship any
more than Brad did.

	They were just two bros who were fucking. And that suited each of
them just fine.

	"Hey." Brad said, nudging the sleeping quarterback.

	"nnn. . ." John groaned back, crankily and turning over onto his
side to sleep some more.

	"Dude, wake up already." Brad laughed, smacking his former rival's
shoulder playfully. "I'm hungry."

	"So?" John replied, putting a pillow on top of his head.

	"I guess I'll just go downstairs and find some food and if any of
your frat bros ask me what the fuck I'm doing in their kitchen in my
underwear with that "I just got laid" look all over me, I'll just tell them
we're fucking." Brad shrugged.

	John exhaled dramatically, knowing he was right. "Alright, fine."
He said groggily, wiping the sleep out of his eyes and sitting up. He
scratched the back of his head, sleepily, but he still looked like a
million bucks.

	Brad's stomach gave an audible growl, causing them to start
laughing.

	"Alright man, what do you want?" John yawned, stepping into some
loose fitting boxers and throwing on a t-shirt.

	"I don't know, eggs and bacon, I guess. And a bagle if you have
it. Oh, and some coffee."

	". . . anything else?" John laughed, stretching as he got to the
door.

	"Well, what else do you guys have?"

	"Dude, I live in a house with a bunch of frat bros, I'll be lucky
if I can find a box of cereal down there."

	"Well then why did you ask me what I wanted?" Brad laughed.

	"I don't know. I thought it would be funny, I guess."

	"Ha. Ha." Brad retorted, sarcastically. "Just bring up whatever."

	John quietly closed the door to his room behind him and headed
downstairs while Brad looked around the room.

	Typical jock room. Dirty clothes in a pile over in the corner. A
football on the shelf. He saw a photo next to his computer and walked up to
it, holding it up to look close.

	A smiling, seemingly perfect, good-looking family was waving at the
camera. John was in the center, more than a couple of years younger. He was
surrounded by three other guys who were clearly his older brothers, with
his parents on either side of him. Football clearly ran through the
Carpenter veins, and if he had to guess, he'd say all of his older brothers
were quarterbacks as well, given their builds.

	"That's an old picture." He heard from the doorway, John carrying
in a jug of orange juice and a couple of muffins.

	"It's a good one." Brad replied, looking it over.

	"Thanks. That was right after my first game. Freshman year of high
school."

	"These all of your brothers?" Brad asked.

	"A few of them. I've got two more that were already up at school."

	"No shit?"

	"Youngest of six." John replied, sitting back on his bed and
starting to unwrap one of the muffins. "All boys."

	"Wow." Brad remarked, putting the photo back and joining him. "When
I was growing up all I wanted was an older brother."

	"That must have been lonely."

	"Yeah, but my parents always mad sure I was happy. They took good
care of me. And now I have Ollie, so I pretty much have everything I could
ask for."

	"Your host brother, right?"

	"I guess he started out as that, but we're real brothers now. I
don't even really think about it anymore."

	"Yeah, brothers are great. Don't get me wrong, they gave me shit
growing up. Still do. But I loved it. Never boring, that's for sure." He
held out the jug of juice, offering it to him. "Sorry, we didn't have any
clean glasses. I swear, these new fraternity pledges are a bunch of
pigs. Hope you don't mind drinking it like this."

	"Dude, I made out with you for like 20 minutes last night and then
shot my load inside of you." Brad laughed, taking it from him. "I'm pretty
sure I'm okay with drinking after you."

	"Point taken." John chuckled.

	"Thanks for letting me crash here last night."

	"No problem man. I definitely enjoyed it." John laughed. "Did your
roommate have a girl over or something?"

	"Well it was my dad, so kind of."

	John almost choked as he was swallowing.

	"Oh, did I not tell you Ollie's fucking my dad?" Brad asked
casually.

	"Uh. No." John answered, coughing. "Don't think you mentioned
that. I feel like that's something I would remember."

	"Oh. Well Ollie's fucking my dad."

	"Shit, man."

	"No no, it's cool, actually."

	"It is?"

	"Yeah. They love each other. They've been together over a year
now. Longer than me and Coach."

	"I can't believe you're okay with all of that. I mean if I found
out my best friend was fucking my mom. . . or I guess my dad?"

	"It's really not like that. They're good together. I don't know,
Ollie, Dad, Coach, and me. . . we're kind of like a family. It probably
sounds weird and all, but we just really get along. It's pretty cool."

	"So what, you gave Ollie the room and crashed here so that he could
fuck your dad's brains out all night?"

	"Pretty much, yeah." Brad shrugged. "Anyway, I gotta go head over
there. You know, spend some time with my dad."

"See you, man." John waved.

	"Thanks again for letting me crash here last night." Brad said as
he headed to the door, before turning back to him. "Sunday night. Wanna
fuck again?"

	"Yeah, that'd be cool."

	"Cool."

	And with that, he was off. It wasn't a grand romance you'd find in
Shakespeare. And it didn't need to be. It was two jocks fucking. And that
seemed to suit them just fine.


						-


Dan Jackson exhaled deeply as he checked his appearance in the mirror after
a hot shower, absolutely over-sexed and exhausted. His hole was stretched,
raw, sore, and as over-worked as it ever had been. He had put out and been
used by two hung, horny men for two days straight and here he was, expected
in under an hour to do it again for a third.

	He checked his watch and reached for his phone. He waited as he
heard the dial tone over and over again until Brad Williams's familiar
voicemail message played back at him followed by the beep. "God damn it
Williams, what the fuck have I told you about answering me when I call
you?" He sighed as he tried to figure out the right way to go about
this. "Alright listen, kid, I can't make it out to meet this guy
tonight. I'm so fucking sore I wouldn't be good for it. Fuck, remind me not
to promise anymore horse-hung virgins complete access to this pussy unless
I'm willing to take a sick day after because I feel like I need to recover
from the pounding I took all night. I don't know, tell the guy I'll make it
up to him, let's say Friday, Saturday, I don't give a shit, just make sure
he knows I'm not blowing him off. He was promised my hole and damn it he's
gonna get it." He paused a second as his hole pulsed involuntarily. "Aw
fuck, now I'm kinda workin myself up again thinking about putting out for
this guy, whoever he is, but I mean it when I say I really can't take any
more dick tonight. I'm sorry, I-" He stopped as he heard his doorbell
ring. "Listen Williams, I gotta go." He said into the phone as he walked
over to the door. "I love you, kid. And also fuck you for giving my hole up
to something that fuckin big. God damn it, Williams. You really know what I
like, don't you, you cocky little prick? Even told the lucky kid I'd put
out for him regular from now on so I hope you're pleased with
yourself. Anyway. Gotta run. Be sure to-"

He opened the door as he was about to hang up but he was too caught off
guard to finish his train of thought. "Oh you've gotta be fuckin kidding
me, Williams. . ." He muttered into the phone as Officer Davis and Officer
Jones stood menacingly at his doorstep.

	"Evening Dan. We were told there was a request for a house call
this evening?" Officer Davis greeted him, tongue in cheek, taking the phone
from him and holding it between he and Jones. "Officer Jones and I will
make sure this big guy's taken care of, Brad." He said as he hung up and
tossed Coach Jackson his phone back.

	"Listen fellas. . ." Dan stammered, stepping back, shaking his head
as a rush of different emotions flooded through him. "I promise you, any
other night but tonight. My pussy's so sore. . . I mean it, men. Any other
night but tonight-"

	"Aw come on now, Dan." The hunky, dark Officer Jones interrupted
him, flashing him his signature pearly white smile and stepping into the
living room. "Officer Davis here and I were told you had a certain itch you
needed scratched and we're here to help you out."

	Officer Davis followed him, nodding. "Couldn't believe our luck
when I saw that ad posted online. I'd know that rack from anywhere." He
grinned, reaching out to run his hand over Coach Jackson's concrete
pectoral muscles through his shirt. "What was the ad called again, bud?"

	"I believe it was `Musclestud Looking To Get His Pussy Wrecked."
Officer Jones replied, sitting down on the sofa and getting comfortable.

	"Ah, yes. That was it." Davis nodded, walking over to the kitchen
to pour himself and his fellow officer a drink.

	"Listen, you two know I'm good for it, I swear. I just spent the
past two days putting out nonstop for a couple of hung fuckers who really
turned me out and I just need a couple-"

	"No no no, you don't have to be shy with us, Dan." Jones grinned,
shaking his head. "You asked for a couple of hung fuckers to wreck your
pussy. Davis and I are here to step up to the plate. After all, what kind
of honorable men of the law would we be if we didn't adequately respond to
such a desperate plea for help from one of our hard-working citizens?"

	The two of them looked at each other and both slowly got up to
their feet, making their way over toward the giant man, causing him to back
up against the wall with a gulp.

	"Now come on, wait just a minute. . ." Coach Jackson muttered a
little faintly as they backed him into the corner to where their faces were
mere inches away from his. He closed his eyes as he felt them breathing at
his neck, waiting for him to make the next move. He felt Davis start to
kiss up and down his neck while Jones reached out and copped a feel of his
ass through his shorts. "Aw fuck. . ."

	"Come on, Dan." Jones whispered in his ear as he nibbled on it
delicately. "Tell us you don't want to give that pussy up to these two cops
right now and we'll leave."

	"Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson whined again, conflicted. He leaned is
head back in pleasure as Davis continued to expertly work him over with his
tongue, feeling his hands being pulled above his head until he heard an
audible click. "What the-"

	"Too fucking easy. . ." Jones smirked, putting the key into his
pocket as he pulled on the handcuffs currently locking Dan Jackson's hands
together making sure they weren't going to budge.

	"Aw shit. . ." Dan sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do
now. Even though he had known in the back of his mind that there was no way
he would have turned these two away without giving them a piece of ass
first, they were now the ones in complete control of the situation. And it
was really starting to turn him on.  He heard the sound of a zipper being
pulled down and saw Jones's big black cock standing menacingly upright.

	"Get to it, Dan." Jones commanded, crossing his arms.

	"Aw fuck yeah." Dan moaned, getting down on his knees and resting
his cuffed hands behind his back as he hurriedly took the rock-hard cock
into his mouth.

	"That's it, big guy." Jones sighed as he leaned his head back,
enjoying the sensation of his cock getting worked over by the muscle stud.

	"Just as good as you remembered, bud?" Davis asked, enjoying the
show as he took his own meat out and began stroking himself slowly.

	"Even better." Jones replied, groaning. "You've been giving it up
like crazy since we last had some fun together, haven't you Dan?"

	"Mmmhmm." Coach Jackson nodded, deepthroating the charcoal dark
meat eagerly.

	"I can tell. You really are a cockslut now, aren't you? Keeping
this body of yours in perfect shape for studs like us to use and enjoy?"

	"Mmmhmmm." Coach Jackson working him over enthusiastically.

	He felt his shorts being pulled down behind him as Davis guided his
finger to his hole.

	"Shit, the guy wasn't lying, Jones." Davis commented, easing it in
gently, causing the giant man to wince at the intrusion. "He's definitely
been giving it up pretty regular for some big ones."

	"Well Gosh, Dan, now it just sounds like you're just being greedy."
Jones said to him, taking his face in his hands and starting to facefuck
him roughly. "I feel like my partner and I here need to up our game if we
want to make a lasting impression." Coach Jackson made every effort not to
choke on it but even he couldn't prepare himself for the amount of cock
demanding space down his throat. "You must have had your fill these past
few days, haven't you?"

	Dan groaned, nodding, as he worked him over with his throat
muscles.

	"Well now you're making me feel pretty jealous." Jones said, still
gripping him by the chin as he sent his big black cock down the muscleman's
throat at the pace he set. "I think it's about time we took our turn, what
do you say, Davis?"

	"One step ahead of you, partner." Officer Davis replied, spitting
on Dan's hole as a formality before pushing the head of his prick through.

	"GAAAHH!" Coach Jackson yelled, the iron chain connecting the
handcuffs rattling as he tried to free himself, to no avail.

	"Aw come on, Dan." Officer Jones grinned, patting the man's cheek
cockily as he fed him more cock down his throat. "Officer Davis and I are
just collecting on what was promised to us. We figured what better people
to give you what you needed than two hunky cops who know exactly-" he
grunted, sending his cock all the way down and pulling back up again. "how
rough-" he continued, sending it all the way down again. "you can take it."

	He fully withdrew this time, letting his giant black cock bob up
and down against he muscleman's lips. Coach Jackson opened his mouth wide
and attempted to dive back down on it, sending it back down his throat
where it belonged, but Jones evaded his advances. Coach Jackson tried
again, sticking his tongue out to give it a big, soft cushion to slide onto
as it went down his throat, but again, Jones kept his dick out of reach.

	"God damn it, Jones, you mother fucker. . ." Dan cursed, trying
with all of his might to break free from the handcuffs. His own rock hard
cock was flared and angry, dripping a steady flow of sap down onto the
floor, aching for release but unable to do so from his locked-up condition.

	"Uh oh, looks like we've got ourselves a backtalker." Davis grinned
as he slammed into Coach Jackson hard. "Jones and I don't take too kindly
to backtalkers."

	"Fucking hung motherfuckers. . ." Dan taunted them. "Locking me up
like this. . ." He muttered, pulling at his cuffs, frustrated.

	"What's the matter, Dan? Not so big and strong now, are you, tough
guy?" Jones taunted him, slapping his dick across the giant man's face as
he tried to catch it with his tongue. He reached down to pinch the giant
muscleman's nipple sharply.

	"Gah!" Dan yelped; his cock bouncing at the sudden sensation. "You
cocksure son of a bitch. . . if you two fuckers didn't have me locked up
like this. . ." Dan muttered, looking up at the dark-skinned officer,
seething.

	"Yeah, Dan? What would you do about it?" Jones egged him on.

	"I'd fuckin sit on that big black cock of yours so fuckin
hard. . ." Dan muttered, clenching his fists as they lay pinned against his
back.

	"Yeah, tough guy?" Jones continued, pulling down his pants as he
sat down on the couch, spreading his legs. "Why don't you put your pussy
where your mouth is and prove it then."

	Immediately Dan bucked Officer Davis off of him, the handsome
officer's cock slipping from his hole as he maneuvered himself over to
where Jones was sitting and leapt up onto the couch, fully impaling himself
on Jones's slab of dark meat in one thrust.

	"Ahh fuuuuuck, Jones. . ." Coach Jackson groaned, hanging his head
down in pleasure as his pussy was filled with over 10 thick inches of big
black cock.

	"That's it, stud." Jones nodded, fucking him hard, reaching out to
pull on the giant man's tits. "Earn that dick, tough guy."

	"Oh I'm fuckin earning it." Dan moaned, slamming himself down as
hard as Jones was thrusting into him. "God damn, you two are roughing me
up."

	"Would you have it any other way, Dan?" Davis asked, standing next
to them and presenting his cock to be attended to.

	"Fuck no." Dan muttered, opening wide to accept more cop cock into
his available hole.

	"Shit, bud, he's gonna pull the load right out of me!" Jones
groaned through gritted teeth as he slammed into him.

	"Do it, Jones. We'll be emptying into this stud all night. No use
in being conservative."

	"Gonna blow! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Jones yelled, curling his toes and
grabbing hold onto Coach Jackson's meaty ass cheeks as he completely
unloaded into him, sending his load as far into the muscleman as he could
possibly go.

	Hearing his partner in blue losing his load, Officer Davis pulled
his cock out of Coach Jackson's throat and started jacking himself off in
level with his face, groaning his own oncoming nut as he started shooting
all over the giant man's face.

	Shot after shot of warm cop cum landed on the man's face as he
eagerly stuck out his tongue to collect whatever he could, swallowing it
all gratefully as it slowly dripped down his face.

	Before the giant man could even collect his thoughts he felt
himself being pushed down onto his back, the dark, hunky officer hunched
over him as he continued to hammer him hard, his sweat dripping off his
forehead onto his own as the officer refused to halt his conquest for even
a moment.

	"Ah fuck, Jones. . ." Dan muttered, bracing himself for another
hard round of fucking, his arms still locked together by the cuffs,
underneath his heavy frame against the couch, completely powerless to stop
him.

	"That's it, Dan." Officer Davis nodded, watching his load smeared
across the man's face as he took the onslaught of force like a fucking
champ. "Put out for your officer like a good cockslut."

	"Aw fuck. . . " Dan groaned, instinctually spreading legs even
wider to give the hunky officer complete unobstructed access to his
hole. He eagerly licked around his lips to collect more of Davis's load
that had run down his face, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as he
gratefully gave his hole up yet again.

	His concrete biceps bulged menacingly as he lay there, pinned down
under the officer, his hands bound together by steel. His rock hard cock
was painfully erect, a puddle of a mixture between precum and sperm pooled
into the grooves of his ab muscles.

	"Nut him again, Jones. He wants it bad." Davis egged his partner
on, giving him a loud spank to encourage him.

	"Yeah, you want another one, Dan?" Jones huffed, sweat pouring from
his forehead as locked eyes with the muscleman in deep concentration.

	"Fuck yeah I want another one, Jones." Dan nodded. "I'll take
anything you give me."

	"Yeah, well you're gonna get it." Jones groaned, slamming into him
harder and harder, going for his second climax.

	"Give me that load, Jones!" Coach Jackson yelled, leaning his head
up to lock lips with the dark, hunky officer.

	He greedily lapped at his lips with his tongue, encouraging him to
empty his seed yet again into him, moaning with every thrust into him the
officer made. His arms were pinned down underneath him, starting to ache,
but he couldn't have been more turned on.

	"MMMMM!!" Jones groaned into him as he planted another load deep
inside of him, their lips fighting against each other as they battled for
dominance with one another, feeling his pleasure radiate throughout his
entire body from his head to his toes.

	He continued to thrust into him, slowing down each time as he
finished shooting, until his cock was too sensitive and he finally had to
stop.

	Dan could still feel the occasional involuntary twitch of the cock
firmly planted deep inside of him as the last trickle of cum was deposited
into him.

	He leaned his head back, exhausted. The cum splattered all across
his face had finally set. He wore it proudly as a badge of honor for how
well he had put out for these two cops.

	Officer Jones leaned over and brought their lips together again,
this time sharing a much more gentle, tender make out session. He lapped up
all the left over cum Davis had shot onto the mighty man's face and shared
it with Davis, the two officers kissing each other hungrily as they let it
mix between their tongues.

	After a collective sigh, Davis broke away from his partner and
looked down at their prey, the exhausted Coach Jackson still pinned down
and locked together. He reached down to play with the man's cock, still
rock hard and flared, eager to get off fully instead of the partial orgasms
Jones had put him through during their rough fuck session.

	"What do you say we finally let the poor guy get off, Jones?" Davis
asked, jacking him off slowly, his hand sticky with fluid.

	"We can't let him off that easy, can we, bud?" Jones asked, giving
Dan a wicked grin. "What do you say we make the guy earn his nut?"

	"I like you way you think, bud." Davis winked at him. "Just what
did you have in mi-"

	"Give me the stick." Coach Jackson grunted, nodding his head to one
of the gun holsters thrown on the floor beside them. There was a long,
thick nightstick firmly fastened against the belt. The kind of weapon you
could do some serious damage with in the right hands. The kind of weapon
Dan Jackson was going to take up his hole.

	"You can't be serious, Dan." Davis interjected, not believing this.

	"Did I fuckin stutter, Davis? I said give me the fuckin stick."

	"Dan, you're talented, no doubt, but you can't really take
something like that, can you?" Jones pressed, trying to knock some sense
into the stubborn muscleman.

	"Don't fuckin disrespect me by underestimating how big of a
cockslut I am, Jones." Coach Jackson fired back, hotly. "Now either one of
you knuckleheads needs to fuckin unlock me or one of you needs to get that
nightstick over there and let me earn my nut."

	Jones turned to his partner with a questionable stare. "Are we
really going to let him do this?"

	"I'm sure he'll let us know if he's bitten off more than he can
chew."

	"Would the two of you shut the fuck up already and get something in
my pussy already?" Coach Jackson huffed impatiently, pulling at the
constraints of his handcuffs angrily.

	"Easy Dan, settle down, alright?" Davis laughed, stepping over to
his discarded gun holster on the floor and retrieving the shiny black
instrument.

	"I'll settle down when I get my nut." Coach Jackson retorted. "You
fuckers have been shooting all over the fuckin place. It's high time I got
mine in too."

	Dan waited, legs spread wide open with Jones still firmly planted
inside of him, his arms still locked together under his back, his cock
jumping with excitement as he saw Davis hand Jones the big, thick
device. It was easily a foot long, with the base grip being about as thick
as a beer bottle with grooves where the officer would grip it firmly,
tapering off and getting narrower as it went along until its top point,
which was about the same circumference of Jones's own natural big black
stick.

	Davis cleared his throat. "Uh, as much as I'd like to see this guy
try it, I think he's going to need some more room up there before he tries
to take you and the stick at the same time, bud."

	"Don't give me any fuckin ideas." Coach Jackson smirked as Jones
slowly pulled out of him. At once sperm started to run out of his opening,
Coach Jackson's hole red, and raw from the abuse he'd taken over the past
three days.

	"Go on Davis, bring it up to my pussy and let it get all slicked up
from Jones's boys there." Coach Jackson grunted, leaning his head back as
he felt the cold, hard surface of it press against his opening. "Make sure
it's all on there."

	"Jesus Christ, I can't believe he's making us do this." Jones
marveled, watching with wide eyes as he witnessed just how much of a
cockslut Dan Jackson really is.

	"Who's making who do what, Jones?" Coach Jackson laughed, gesturing
with his head to his position, his hands clasped together tightly pinned
underneath his back.

	"Good point." Jones shrugged.

	"Aright Davis, now start sliding it into my pussy." Coach Jackson
muttered, breathing sharply as he prepared himself for the intrusion. "Just
give me the tip first and let me work my way down."

	Davis nodded, pressing forward, already feeling resistance as Coach
Jackson's hole struggled to let the tip in.

	"Easy, easy, Davis. . ." Dan mumbled, focusing on opening himself
up and letting it in. "GAHH!" He yelled as it pushed through his opening,
sending the first inch inside of him.

	"You okay Dan?" Officer Davis asked, halting his advance.

	"Yeah, just give me a minute." Dan replied, breathing out. "It's
totally different than taking cock. Tough getting used to."

	"I think he needs more, bud." Jones egged his partner on, grinning.

	"You bastard, Jones." Coach Jackson laughed, locking eyes with the
hunky cop before wincing as more of the instrument slid into
him. "Careful!"

	"Ah, you can take it, Dan." Jones smirked, kneeling beside his
partner. "Here, let me take over."

	"Like fuck you will, Jones!" Coach Jackson laughed, his hole
stretching around the material to try and accommodate it.

	"Well then man up and give it to him already." Jones said to his
partner, nudging his shoulder. "Why are you being so delicate with him? You
know the guy can take it."

	"I don't know, I like this pussy too much to do anything that would
jeopardize me getting in there again later." Davis replied, grinning.

	"Fuck, this thing is huge. . ." Coach Jackson moaned, his sore hole
never having been tested like this. "I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but you're gonna have to set the pace, Davis, or I'm never gonna let it
in. You're gonna have to train my pussy to take it and not the other way
around, you understand me?"

	"Whatever you say, Dan." Officer Davis replied, turning to his
partner for the okay.

	Jones nodded, bringing his hand over to Davis so they both had
equal say in how much Dan would take with each motion.

	"Ah fuck!" Coach Jackson huffed, feeling a few more inches slide
in. He had reached the start of the grip, where the indentions in the side
got bigger and then smaller in a pattern. He could feel his hole stretch
around each and every notch between the grooves, the lips of his hole able
to feel every centimeter forward they pressed inside of him. The officers
didn't hold back, and slowly inched another few notches inside. "God damn
it, I really wish I'd made you use real lube on me first."

	"What, wasn't a few of my loads good enough, Dan?" Jones asked,
grinning.

	"Shut the fuck up, Jones." Coach Jackson laughed, closing his eyes
and preparing to conquer another one of the grooves.

	"Uhh, Dan?"

	"What, Davis?"

	"You're fucking dripping all over yourself."

	"I'm what?" Dan asked, leaning his head up.

	His rock-hard beer can cock was standing straight up, throbbing
with each pulse of his heartbeat, angry and flared, a steady flow of precum
running all the way down the immense shaft and onto his abs.

	At that moment, the lips of his hole conquered the next groove and
the instrument slipped in another solid inch, pushing up against his
prostate and causing his cock to throb uncontrollably, spilling out a heavy
strand of precum and causing the giant man to groan audibly.

"Aw fuuuuuck . . . "Dan whimpered, practically drooling.

	"I take that that means it doesn't feel terrible?" Davis asked,
watching his facial expressions.

	"It feels fuckin amazing. . ." Dan replied, almost in a trance.

	The officers watched as tiny little goosebumps started to form all
over the muscleman's skin, his toes curling as he took more and more of the
blunt instrument further inside of him. The man's nipples were as hard as
diamonds, flared and alert as the different sensations coursed through his
entire body.

	"I'll give you one thing, Dan, you're definitely earning your nut."
Jones commended him, reaching up and teasing one of the giant man's
nipples, smoothly.

	"Aw fuck. . ." Coach Jackson huffed, unable to handle the amount of
pleasure and stimulation he was experiencing all at once.

	"I don't think he's going to last long, bud." Davis said, taking
Dan's huge, dripping shaft in the palm of his hand and slowly working it
over.

	"N- n- not yet. . ." Dan begged, his eyes closed and his mouth
beginning to drool.

	"Aww, but you were so eager a couple of minutes ago about getting
off." Jones grinned, grabbing hold of the other nipple and twisting hard.

	"Gahh!" Coach Jackson winced, his cock jumping involuntarily in
Davis's palm, precum running down the sides of his fingers. The giant man
strained against his cuffs, trying desperately to pry them apart with his
hands, but still locked in place no matter how hard he pulled. His muscles
bulged menacingly all over his body as he tried to fight the officers off,
but instead of bucking them off of him, he found himself opening his hole
around the device, desperate to be filled with more.

	"What kind officers would my partner and I be if we weren't looking
out for the best interests of our hard-working citizens?" Jones taunted
him, teasing his thumbs tantalizingly over the man's nipples, causing Coach
Jackson to writhe around in over-stimulation.

	"Oh man, bud, I can feel him fighting it off. He's going to cum in
no time if you keep that up." Davis announced, feeling the fat cock in his
hand pulsing uncontrollably like a volcano about to erupt.

	"Well how about a little more of THIS-" Jones yelled out, shoving
the base of the nightstick in forcefully, sending at least 4 more thick
inches into the poor giant man all at once.

	"FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" Coach Jackson roared, writhing around
uncontrollably as his massive prick erupted. Shot after shot of hard-earned
cum flew everywhere, completely drenching the two officers in thick, heavy
muscle seed. Coach Jackson pulled at the chains binding his wrists
together, desperate to pry himself free, the agony of being at the complete
mercy of these two hunky cops absolutely inescapable.

	Cum continued to shoot out of the poor giant man, whimpering and
begging for them to stop their mix of ecstasy and torture, completely
powerless to stop them.

	"S- s- stop!" He whimpered. "P-please!"

	"Aw come on, Dan, we know you can give us more than that!" Jones
taunted him, pushing the base of the instrument deeper, and quickening his
pace.

	"Holy shit, Jones." Davis muttered in complete awe and fascination
as his partner mercilessly fucked the poor giant man with the nightstick
over and over again.

	"I- I can't!" Coach Jackson gasped, writhing around in pleasure as
Davis continued to jack him off, using his other hand to rub against the
head of the muscleman's fat cockhead with the palm of his fist, causing an
overwhelming new level of stimulation on his already over-stimulated
cockhead.

	"Come on, tough guy! Keep earning that nut!" Jones yelled, twisting
his nipple raw as he slammed the device into him over and over again in
deep, rough, unforgiving strokes. He alternated between teasing the poor
man's nipple mercilessly and going back to his own, big black cock, jacking
himself off and bringing himself right to the edge before backing off
again, timing himself with the giant muscleman's release before him.

	"GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Coach Jackson bellowed at the top of
his lungs as, amazingly, a new wave of cum was milked out of him against
his will, running down the sides of Davis's fingers and splattering all
down his bulging muscles as he continued to be milked from the inside, his
hole clamped shut around the blunt instrument as it prodded against his
prostate.

	At that same moment, Jones was shooting his own hard-earned load
onto the muscleman's abs, his body working into overdrive to coax out yet
another load for the night.

	The muscles all over Dan Jackson's body constricted menacingly as
he roared, until finally, with a loud clang that only the sound of steel
being torn apart can make, he strained so hard under his orgasm that he
broke the steel handcuffs apart, severing them down the middle through
brute strength alone, freeing himself and in one movement, easily
overpowered the two officers and pinning Jones down against the
wall. Within a fraction of a second, the nightstick was hitting the floor
as Coach Jackson reached for Jones's big black cock and brought it to his
opening, slamming as far down onto it as possible.

	"What the-!" Officer Jones gasped, completely unprepared for the
shift in power.

	"How do you fuckin like it, Jones?" Coach Jackson taunted him,
slamming down onto him and squeezing the officer's dick with his hole,
eager to pull yet another load out of him straight from the tap whether the
poor officer was ready to give it to him or not.

	"Dan, I- I- can't! Too s-sensitive!" Jones begged, through gritted
teeth.

	"Oh no you don't!" Coach Jackson shook his head, determined. He
flexed is arms up to show them off, the shackles hanging from them, a
testament to his brute strength and sheer willpower.

	"God it- it hurts!" Officer Jones cried out, wincing as the
muscleman sank down on him relentlessly.

	"Aw, what's the matter, officer?" Coach Jackson taunted him,
pulling at his own nipples as he rode the helpless cop. "Feeling too
sensitive, are we? Is the pussy too good?"

	"G-get off!" Jones begged, trying with all of his might to push Dan
off of him, but finding himself easily overpowered. He looked to his fellow
officer for help.

	"I think I'm staying out of this one. . ." Davis replied, throwing
his hands up, secretly wanting to see where this would go.

	"Come on, Jones." Dan muttered, leaning his head close to where
their lips were almost touching. "You know if I want that load this pussy
will pull it right from you."

	"God damn it, Dan!" Jones winced, his toes curling from the sheer
overwhelming pleasure being inflicted on him.

	"The sooner you give me that load, I'll let you go." Coach Jackson
told him, not breaking eye contact.

	"I- I can't!"

	"You fuckin better."

	"Jesus Christ. . ." Davis mumbled as he watched the scene before
him.

	By now Coach Jackson was slamming down onto the poor officer so
hard that he was knocking Jones into the wall with a thud each time he
landed.

	"Give it to me Jones!" He commanded him, unwavering.

	"Oh my g-" Jones stammered, his eyes closing as he focused solely
on giving the giant man what he wanted.

	"I know you got it in you. You wanted to get rough with me, I'll
fuckin give it right back to you."

	"I'm! I'm-"

	"Right fuckin now, Jones!"

	"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Officer Jones yelled at the top of his
lungs as he fired, his knees almost buckling from the overwhelming
sensations running through him. He had been in absolutely no condition to
shoot another load so fast, but was forced to do so anyway.

	The look on Dan Jackson's face was unmistakable. Pure triumph.

	Officer Jones leaned his head back against the wall, recovering as
Dan slowly slipped off of him. The dark, hunky officer's rock-hard cock was
still pulsing on its own, jumping involuntarily with nothing left to
expel. Every once in a while he would twitch, still recovering from the
sensations coursing through his body.

	Coach Jackson leaned down and wrapped his hand around the shaft
gently, taking the head in his mouth to clean it off, making sure to
collect any left over cum he could find. Once satisfied, he pulled off from
it, looking the exhausted officer in the eye.

	"Truce?"

	"Truce. . ." Jones panted, breathing in and out.

	"I've officially seen it all." Davis chimed in, laughing. "What the
hell was that?"

	Coach Jackson massaged around his wrists where the steel had dug
into his flesh, leaving them red. "Next time you two fuckers want to fool
around, get some cuffs that will actually keep me down." He smirked,
reaching for the key in one of the holsters on the ground.

	"No human should have been able to break through those, Dan. I
don't even know how that was possible."

	"Yeah, well. . ." Coach Jackson laughed. "I guess that ad you
responded to about a musclestud wanting to get his pussy wrecked really
meant musclestud, huh officers?" He flexed his arm as he extended it to
help Jones up.

	"It's never a dull time fucking around with you, Dan."

	"You just remember where you can find me after a long day on the
clock and those ball of yours are heavy, officers. I'll put out for you two
any time you need, you understand me?"

	"You know we'll take you up on that, Dan." Jones replied, flashing
him that pearly white smile. "I hope you know there's going to be some
serious payback next time. We're not going to go easy on you."

	"Trust me, officers. I'll be counting on that." Coach Jackson
replied with a wink. "Now get the fuck out of my house already."

					-

	"You know, that was some fucking stunt you pulled, Williams." Coach
Jackson muttered into the webcam as Brad Williams gave him a cocky grin
from the other side. "I'm sure you're pretty fuckin pleased with yourself."

	"Hey, when the guy I'm in love with tells me he needs to get fucked
and I can't be there to do it myself, I figured I'd pull out all the stops
to make sure he got what he needed."

	"Yeah, well . . You really outdid yourself this time, kid. I'll be
walking funny for the next week straight."

	"Is that a `thank you' I hear, Coach?" Brad laughed.

	"It's a `thank you' and a `fuck you' all rolled into one." Coach
Jackson laughed, massaging the area around his hole.

	"I'll take it."

	"God damnit Williams. . ." Coach Jackson muttered. "I thought
taking all this cock would tide me over for a bit but it's just making me
want you in my pussy even fuckin more."

	"Really, Coach?"

	"Fuck Williams, I want it bad. . ." The giant man whined. "And I
can tell it's not gonna get any better until I get it."

	"Well you know you can fly down here any time you want. But with
you coaching your new team on the weekends and all-"

	"Fuck it." Coach Jackson interrupted him.

	"What do you mean, Coach?" Brad asked, trying to not get his hopes
up.

	"I can't even concentrate my pussy's so hot for you, Williams. So
what if the team misses a few practices for a weekend. I'll be back and
better than ever and I'll finally be able to focus on something other than
fuckin putting out for your jock cock."

	"Are you being serious, right now, Coach? You'd skip three full
days of practice at the start of the season?"

	"I'm telling you, Williams, I'll be a new fuckin man when I get
back. I just need that jock cock of yours and I'm not gonna be able to
think of anything else until I get it. I'm telling you, I'm not gonna jack
off until I get it. I'm saving my loads for it from this second on."

	"Okay, Coach." Brad Williams instinctively brought his hand over
his crotch. "Is next weekend too soon?"



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