Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2015 23:00:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 9

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      				Chapter 9


      As I pulled into the driveway I had a nervous feeling in the pit of
my stomach. The thought of spending an entire weekend alone with
Mr. Williams was something I would have given my right hand for but now
that it was actually coming true I realized how much pressure I would be
under. What if I blew it? What if I did something wrong? What if we
discovered we really weren't that into each other after all?

	When I walked in the front door and saw my man standing at the
stairs waiting for me looking sexy in his glasses and a button up shirt I
immediately shook any idea that we weren't crazy for each other out of my
head. I loved this man.

	"So Brad just called." Mr. Williams smiled, walking up to me and
greeting me with a kiss. "He's going away for the weekend with some friends
to celebrate."

	"Is he now?" I feigned surprise in a way that obviously didn't fool
the sexy man standing in front of me.

	"And I'm supposed to believe that you, his best friend, had no
inclination of this?" He laughed, grabbing my ass and continuing to make
out with me.

	"Okay, you caught me. What are you going to do about it,
Mr. Williams?" I said as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

	"Well it appears that we have the house to ourselves for a whole
weekend." He said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

	"It would seem that way." I replied.

	He removed his shirt and resumed his assault on my tongue, prying
himself away to look directly into my eyes and without blinking he said,
"You're going to fuck me in every single room of this house." He resumed
his advances.

	I smiled, feeling completely validated by the fact that I had been
thinking the very same thing.

	"Does that sound like something you can do?" He asked.

	"Why don't we start with the entrance hall?" I grinned, pushing him
gently onto the stairs.

	"Sounds good to me, stud." Mr. Williams replied, letting me run my
hands across his chest.

*****************

	Brad Williams stared outside of the car window as he and Coach
Jackson left the city behind them. They had just managed to dodge the swell
of traffic leaving the stadium after the exciting home game victory.

	Coach Jackson kept his dark brown eyes on the road. They hadn't
spoken yet. They were both mentally preparing for the 72 hours they had in
store for them.

	"You played one hell of a game back there, Williams." Coach Jackson
said.

	His athlete said nothing, still staring out the window.

	"I was watching you out on the field tonight. I could barely keep
myself from running out onto that field and having you fuck me right then
and there."

	Brad smirked, loving the effect he had on his superior.

	"All I'm saying is you better fuck me like you mean it, Williams."
Coach Jackson stated.

	This got his athlete's attention. He turned his head and stared
directly into his Coach's eyes and said, "I'm going to remember you said
that, Coach."

	"Yeah? You going to make up for lost time, Williams?" Coach Jackson
questioned, rubbing his huge cock under the steering wheel.

	"Mmmhmm." Brad replied, watching as his coach played with himself.

	"You going to pay me back for all those times you tried to get me
to put out for you and I kept these legs closed?"

	"You bet your ass I will." Brad answered, his dick starting to
swell.

	"You remember, kid. This weekend my ass is yours. Any time you want
this hole you come and take it. You earned it, stud." Coach Jackson said,
really starting to get distracted from the road.

	"Stop the car, Coach." Brad commanded.

	"We're fine, Williams. I just got a little sidetracked thinking of
that big cock of yours." Coach Jackson replied, taking his hand off of the
giant mound in his pants and keeping his eyes directly on the road.

	"I said stop the car." Brad repeated. He slowly started to unzip
his pants, bringing out his huge jock cock and slapping it menacingly
against his palm.

	"I see." Coach Jackson smirked as he took the exit, immediately
coming to a stop on the shoulder of a rural looking road. "Are you looking
to collect already, Williams?"

	"Get that muscle ass of yours out of this car and nice and ready
for me in three minutes." Brad commanded.

	"What, are we going to fuck right here in the open?" Coach Jackson
asked, nervously.

	"Don't act like you don't want it just as much as I do." Brad
smirked.

	"Fuck yeah, I want it, Williams. You know I love that big jock cock
of yours."

	"Go into that shaded area over there. You can get your hole nice
and wet for me while I go and take a leak." Brad said, pointing to an area
not far from the road.

	"Hold on a sec. Open up that glove compartment." Coach Jackson
said.

	Brad complied, finding a tube of lube. He tossed it in his hand,
shaking his head, laughing.

	"Coach Jackson, you little slut." He smirked.

	"You always have to be prepared, Williams. You never know when the
mood will strike you."

	Brad handed Coach Jackson the lube as they went over to the shaded
area. Brad spread out a towel he had grabbed from the back of the truck and
Coach Jackson knelt down on it as played with his hole while Brad went over
a few yards to take a leak.

	"Hurry up, Williams." Coach Jackson yelled. "I want that jock cock
of yours."

	"Settle down, slut. You'll get more than enough this weekend." Brad
replied over his shoulder.

	Brad finished his stream and walked back to his conquest slowly,
savoring the sight of his huge, muscular coach waiting patiently as he
offered his ass to him.

	"Now that's what I like to see, Coach." Brad grinned.

	"Get over here and take care of me, stud." Coach Jackson commanded,
spreading his fat cheeks open and making his hole wink enticingly.

	Brad knelt down and started to finger his coach's inviting hole
slowly.

	"Fuck yeah, kid. Been wanting it for days." Coach Jackson
groaned. "Watching you at practice with that cocky smirk of yours. I wanted
to take you into my office and sit on that fat cock of yours so bad."

	"So you wanted it just as bad as I did, Coach?" Brad gloated,
playing with his coach's hole.

	"Like you wouldn't believe, kid. I need that big cock."

	"How bad do you want it, Coach?" Brad asked, thrusting his finger
in and out.

	"I want it bad, stud. Take that hole."

	"I won this hole." Brad said, running a hand over the huge muscular
cheeks.

	"You sure did, Williams. You earned this hole." Coach Jackson
groaned.

	"You want me to fuck this ass, Coach?" Brad teased.

	"Gotta have it, stud. Gotta have it right now." Coach Jackson
groaned, fucking himself on his athlete's finger.


	Brad smoothly withdrew his finger and placed his huge cock head at
Coach Jackson's hole. He wasn't quite through teasing his whining coach
underneath him but before he could play around Coach Jackson grabbed it and
shoved it up his ass in one push.

	"FUCK YEAH!" Coach Jackson yelled, clamping his tight hole around
the huge dick inside of him and slamming down on it.

	"God damn, I needed that big cock." He whined, bringing down his
muscle ass with a hard slap each time he hit bottom.

	Brad was in awe as his Coach took control and impaled himself on
his thick cock over and over again. Coach must have really needed it.

	The grunts coming from the giant man underneath him were
unintelligible now. Brad just let him take control. As Coach Jackson's
groans became higher and more urgent Brad sensed he was about to unleash a
huge load.

	"UUUUUUUUUUUURGGGH" Coach Jackson bellowed underneath him as Brad
felt the tight ass clamped around his cock start to contract
uncontrollably. He couldn't see it but he was sure Coach Jackson was hosing
down the grass underneath them with a mammoth load, the towel most likely
ineffective.

	Now it was Brad's turn to get his nut in. He started fucking his
coach with hard slams, he could feel his balls starting to tighten up
against him.

	And then, out of nowhere a flashlight shone right in their eyes,
immediately blinding the two of them, Brad's impending orgasm stopped right
in its tracks.

	"What the-?" Brad yelled, trying to shield his eyes away from the
light.

	"Well look what we have here." Said a low, husky voice from beyond
the light.

	"Looks like we may have interrupted a couple of love birds who
couldn't keep their hands off of each other until they got home." Another
equally intimidating voice replied.

	The flashlight turned off as Brad and Coach Jackson heard two sets
of heavy feet approach them. As Brad's eyes finally adjusted to the absence
of the blinding light he could just make out two intimidating figures
making their way toward them. He almost saw something glinting on one of
their chests but couldn't be sure. The two figures stopped in front of them
before one of them spoke.

	"It appears these two folks have found themselves in a bit of a
situation, doesn't it Officer Davis?" The first one said. He crossed his
arms, the handcuffs hanging from his belt jingling menacingly.

	"It appears so, Officer Jones. What do you suppose we do with
them?" The second one replied, kneeling down flashing Brad a cocky
smile. The only thing Brad could see was the scared shitless expression on
his face reflected from the dark sunglasses resting on the officer's face.

	Coach Jackson was frozen, speechless underneath him, still impaled
on Brad's big cock. Brad could just make out these two officers. The first
one was an intimidatingly built black man, most likely in his early
30's. His head was shaved and he looked like he could bench press his own
fucking house. The second one was older, most likely in his 40's, the hair
at his temples starting to grey. This guy was tall, probably 6'5, and kept
himself in great shape. He kept a clean shaven face and moonlight reflected
off of his pale, white skin. He took off his sunglasses, wanting to get a
good look at the handsome jock kneeling in front of him in the dark night
sky. If this guy wore them just to look even more intimidating it was
working.

	"Just how old are you, kid?" Officer Jones asked, flashing Brad a
smile.

	"I'm 18, sir." Brad answered, knowing this could have ended very
badly if he had been a minor. Luckily he wasn't.

	"Nah, I would have guessed you were 22." The handsome officer
replied, looking Brad over. If Brad wasn't absolutely scared shitless and
feeling so exposed he would have been extremely turned on.

	"The daddy here seems to have shot one amazing load, Davis. You've
got to come see this." The other officer said, bringing Davis's gaze away.

 	Officer Davis stood up and walked over to where his partner was
standing.

	"Damn, that's a big load, tough guy." Officer Davis admired,
looking Coach Jackson's mountainous body over. "It looks like this jock kid
knows what he's doing."

	"Looks like it." Officer Jones agreed.

	"I like a young stud who knows how to respect his elders." Davis
smirked, running his hands over his uniform.

	Brad gulped. Coach Jackson's hole constricted on his cock
uncontrollably.

	"Look" The handsome officer Davis said, removing the gun and
handcuffs portion of his belt and setting it gently on the ground. His
partner did the same. "My partner and I here have no interest in forcing
you men to do anything you don't want to do. The two of you are free to go,
no questions asked."

	Brad looked up, unsure of what to say. "Thank you, officers. It
won't happen again."

	"On the other hand" He began, winking at his partner. "if you two
wanted to know what it's like to fool around with a couple of cops, we'd be
happy to give you the opportunity." He said, running his hands over what
appeared to be a sizable erection through his pants.

	"What do you say, studs?" The hulking, dark Officer Jones asked.

	Brad looked down at his coach and sure enough, the huge man
underneath him clamped his hole around Brad's cock uncontrollably and Coach
Jackson nodded his consent.

	"I guess my perpetually horny chaperone and I have some time to
kill." Brad said cockily, looking both of the officers confidently in the
eyes. "Lead the way, officers."