Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2015 22:36:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 5

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				 Chapter 5


      I was awakened the next morning to the sound of my blinds being drawn
and then the light overcoming me with such power I felt like a vampire
being awoken from a deep slumber.

	"Wake up, brother. School's in an hour." Brad said, groggily.

	"Fuck off." I groaned, putting the pillow over my head.

	"Charming." He laughed. "That doesn't sound like something I'd
expect from y-" He stopped. "Well well well, look what we have here." He
said, changing his tone. He walked up to my bed but I couldn't see what he
was looking at.

	"No wonder you're so tired." He chuckled. I removed the pillow to
look at what he was talking about. And then my jaw dropped. His head was
inches away from the cum streaked sheets his own father had shot all over
just hours ago as I took his ass.

	"Brad, I-" I began, panicking.

	"Man, I knew we were going through a dry spell but dudeÉ" He
laughed, running his hands over the dried streaks. "You must have been
really boned up to hose down the sheets like this. Oh well. I personally
don't jack off. I just hold out until I get some action, but whatever
floats your boat, bro."

	"Just leave me alone and let me get dressed in peace." I said,
shoving him toward the door.

	"Yeah yeah. Be ready in 20 minutes, sleeping beauty. Oh, and
Ollie?"

	"What is it now?"

	"Here in America we just shoot into one of these." He gloated,
bending down to retrieve a sock and then slingshotting it onto my
forehead. "My folks are generous people but I'm not too sure they'd be too
keen on buying new sheets every time you decide to give yourself a little
treat."

	"Leave." I repeated, throwing the sock back at him.

	"Alright, fine. But just be glad I'm the one who came in first and
not my dad. You'd be screwed if he saw that."

	Oh if only he knewÉ

	"You're dad's a little more progressive than you might think,
Brad." I called out after him.

	"Whatever. 19 minutes." He called back, shutting my door.

	We got downstairs for breakfast. Kate was usually gone by this time
so Mr. Williams had just cooked breakfast for the three of us.

	"Jesus, Dad, did you invite the whole neighborhood over to send us
off to school and not tell me or something? This is enough food for the
whole street."

	"You boys are growing men and need to keep your strength up."
Mr. Williams said, winking at me. "Sue me for being in a good mood this
morning. Be sure to get that protein in, too."


	Brad rolled his eyes at me from across the table, leaning in and
whispering, "I guess someone got laid last night."

	"Big time." I responded wickedly.

	"And Jason is still not putting out. I'm getting desperate
here. Come on, man, I need you on your best game. If one of us has blue
ball we need to suffer together."

	"I never agreed to that." I said shaking my head.

	"Whatever. I hope you and your hand have a great life
together. I've got my eyes on bigger game."

	"Just eat your eggs, Brad." I paused for a second. "So just who do
you have your eyes on?"

	"Coach Jackson." He said casually.

      I almost spat my food out. "You can't be serious, Brad."

	"Do you doubt me?"

	"Yes. I do. There's no way." I laughed.

	"Listen, Ollie. Getting a man in his 40's to bend over for you for
the first time in his life is no small feat. But I can get it done. I'll
bet you 200 bucks I'll have him moaning my name as he's wrapped around my
cock by the time the week is over. I'm like catnip to hunky repressed
dudes."

	"Psh, by the weekend? I'll have a dude in his 40's groaning as he's
wrapped around my cock by the end of tonight." I countered, knowing I was
actually being truthful.

	Mr. Williams was humming to himself at the stove, completely
oblivious to our conversation.

	"Keep dreaming, bro. I'll go start the car." He laughed, standing
up from the table and heading to the car.

	As soon as he shut the front door I called out to Mr. Williams at
the stove. "You ready to take my load again tonight, Mr. Williams?"

	"More than one if you've got it." He grinned.

	"See you tonight." I grinned back and then muttering to
myself. "And thanks for making me $200 richer."



	School that day seemed to drag on as slowly as ever with the
thought of Mr. Williams surrendering his perfect hole again to me later
that night. By the time after-school practice came around I was just
wanting to go home, but Coach made sure to keep us every other day for as
long as he could. He wanted those trophies to keep coming in. Every day I
would pass Coach's office on the way to the locker room and there was no
way you could miss his trophy case on proud display. Years and years of
dedication and hard work materialized into something Coach could touch. His
whole career was in that trophy case. Coach was a very proud man. It was no
wonder Brad wanted Coach Jackson's hole so badly. I couldn't help but laugh
as I saw Brad standing at the showers, nothing but a towel wrapped around
his waist feigning some sort of fake pain as Coach Jackson towered over
him, listening to him, concerned.

	"I don't know, Coach, I just have this swelling in my abdominal
muscles." Brad lied, grabbing Coach Jackson's powerful hand and bringing it
right above his groin. "Do you think I could have pulled something?"

	"I don't know, Williams. You'd better get yourself to a nurse. I'd
hate to see one of my star players missing the game this weekend."

	"Are you sure you can't help me out, Coach?" Brad said deviously.

	"Williams, I'm not the right person to ask. You should really see a
nurse." Coach Jackson reiterated, completely oblivious to Brad's advances.

	Brad saw me smiling as I watched him strike out and he walked away
frustrated. Brad Williams was the type of guy who got what he wanted. He
didn't like being denied.

	Brad drove us home, nursing the bulge in his pants that was aching
for release.

      I laughed and said, "Well hey, I think I might know now what's
causing you that discomfort in your groin area you were talking to Coach
about earler."

      "I'm telling you man, I've never gone through a dry spell like this
before." He said, frustrated. "Jason's been avoiding me like the plague."

	"Dude, just jerk off like the rest of us. If your ego is seriously
that big that you don't want to jerk off then you've got bigger problems
than an absence of ass." I said, rolling my eyes.

	"Nah man, it's just not the same. And besides, it will just make me
better at my game. Coach Jackson better watch out. His ass is mine." Brad
said, as we pulled into the driveway.

	I headed upstairs to my room, passing Mr. Williams' office. I so
wanted to go right through that door and fuck him right then and there but
I knew I needed to be patient. So instead I sat on my bed and did my
homework like a good boy.

	Dinner that night was pretty interesting. The three of us sat at
the table eating steak that Mr. Williams had prepared and Brad was
enthusiastically talking about how pumped he was for the next game while
Mr. Williams ran his foot against my leg. I liked this side of Mr. Williams
that was coming out.

	I went upstairs to finish studying for a test I had tomorrow until
about 10 o'clock. Brad came in and sat on the couch next to my bed and hung
out for a while before he started yawning and announced he was going to
bed. "See you tomorrow, brother." He said as he walked to the door. "Oh and
by the way, I'm going to fuck Coach Jackson tomorrow."

	"Yeah yeah." I laughed, pushing him out the door.

	With Brad gone to bed I decided to take a quick shower so I'd be
nice and shiny for Mr. Williams later. Just as I was drying off I opened my
door to find a nice surprise waiting for me in my bed. Mike Williams was on
all fours with his ass in the air, naked as the day he was born. He tilted
his head my direction and smiled, wiggling his ass at me.

	"I'm all lubed up and ready to go, big guy." He grinned.

	"Well this is certainly a great way to come to bed." I laughed,
grabbing two meaty dad ass cheeks with both hands. "What about Kate?"

	"I handed her an Advil PM an hour ago. She's out like a light. Brad
was snoozing when I passed his door, too."

	"Well aren't you the boy scout." I complimented him.

	"It's the only thing I could think about all day." He sighed,
rocking back and forth as I held his ass in my hands. He rose up, grabbing
my face and pulled me in to kiss him. "Fuck my ass, stud." He grinned.

	I hoisted myself on my bed and crouched over his back, lining my
dick up against his hole. He had already lubed himself. He was wanting this
just as much as I was.

	I pushed forward and he brought a hand up behind him onto my
ass. At first I thought he was telling me to stop but then he kept pushing
my ass forward until I had all of my big black dick up his tight daddy ass.

	"I love that cock." He said under his breath. "Fuck that's a big
cock."

	I began thrusting in and out, kissing his neck as I pushed forward.

	"God, I love you fucking my ass." He moaned. I reached out and
grabbed his head and gently pulled him in to my lips.

	After a few minutes of this he pulled back a bit, looking into my
eyes. "You almost made me cum and I want this to last." He pled.

	"Why don't we get you on your back?" I suggested.

	He slowly got off of my dick and turned over. His dick was rock
hard and there was precum dripping off of it. He wasn't lying, He really
was close.

	He got onto his back and lifted his legs up, inviting me to shove
my dick up his ass again. God he looked sexy and masculine taking my
dick. This is why I love fucking men. I had no interest in fucking boys.

	I sank my dick all the way into him once more and he leaned his
head back in pleasure, moaning. This was feeling really good for both of us
so I grabbed his huge cock and started jacking him off in time with my
thrusts. I wanted both of us to cum at the same time. He shot his wad a
split second before I started to unload deep in his ass. At least this time
all of his cum was splattered on his chest instead of all over my sheets
like last time. I leaned down and kissed him for a while, my dick still all
the way up his ass, before suddenly remembering something.

	I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my
phone. Mr. Williams looked at me curiously. I centered the camera on his
cum-splattered chest, making sure to get his rock hard cock in the frame
along with my big black cock still up his ass.

	"What the hell are you doing?" He panicked, grabbing my arm.

	"Don't worry, I'm not getting your face." I assured him, snapping a
great picture, making sure to get the angle just right so that all of the
cum I had fucked out of him shone in the moonlight.

	"I don't know about this, Ollie." He expressed, apprehensively.

	"Do you trust me, Mr. Williams?" I asked, leaning in and kissing
him gently.

	"Of course I do." He moaned.

	"You have nothing to worry about." I assured him. I handed the
phone to him to show him the picture.

	"Damn." He remarked. "Not bad for a dad in his 40's, if I do say so
myself."

	"Not bad at all." I grinned, swirling some of the cum around his
chest hair.


	The next day before athletics I got to the gym with Brad and as we
were changing into our football gear I tossed him my phone.

	"What's this?" He asked, catching it.

	"It's a phone, moron. Check out my most recent picture."

	He smirked at me and tapped on the screen for a moment before his
eyes grew wide.

	"Holy shit, man. Who's the stud?" He exclaimed, leaning in for a
better look.

	"None of your business." I gloated flippantly.

	"Dude, did you make him cum like that? That's a huge load." He
gasped. "And damn, he's got a pretty big cock."

	"He sure does. But he likes getting fucked. By me." I grinned.

	"His loss." Brad muttered. "Damn, if I wasn't worked up beforeÉ"

	"I'd like my $200, please." I stated, sticking out my hand.

	"What are you talking about?" Brad questioned curiously.

	I said nothing.

	"Wait, do you mean our bet?" He asked, suddenly dawning on him.

	"That's the one." I said.

	"Bullshit, man. How am I supposed to know this wasn't an old
picture? How do I even know this was you?

	"Look at the time stamp. And as for the authenticity I guess you'll
just have to go on the fact that you've still got blue balls and I don't. I
got laid last night."

	"10:50É" His eyes grew wide again. "Wait, did you fuck this dude
last night?"

	"Sure did."

	"How? Did you sneak him up to your room or something? No, of course
not. My mom and dad were home. Where did you go? Did you fuck this dude in
his own bed?"

	"What does it matter to you? The time stamp proves it was last
night and this guy is clearly in his 40's, as you can see. Also, my dick is
clearly up his ass. I believe I've provided all of the necessary proof. Now
pay up." I insisted.

	"Fair is fair, brother." He sighed, reaching into his pocket to
retrieve his wallet. "Man, you get laid AND paid. This is just not my
week."

	"Thank you, sir." I smiled, quickly snatching up the $200 dollars
he shoved in my face. "And hey, at least this means you can give up on this
stupid thing with Coach Jackson. Maybe set your bar a little more
realistically for now."

	"Oh I'm still going to fuck Coach Jackson." He said simply.

	"Brad, come on." I said, rolling my eyes.

	"Big time." He added.

	We both looked across the locker room toward Coach Jackson's office
where he was working on some paper work, oblivious to the fact that he was
being ogled at like a lamb to the slaughter. "Well good luck with your
lofty quest, brother." I said, giving him a fist bump.

	"I don't need luck." Brad smirked, licking his lips at Coach
Jackson's bulging muscles as he filled out his paperwork.