Erotic story: Horny Exchange Student part 4

By jhtravus@yahoo.com. Check out part one here, part two here and part three here.

The second Brad Williams got home from his after school session with the hunky Coach Jackson the first thing he did was run upstairs.

“Knock knock.” Brad said, tapping his knuckles on the door announcing his arrival in the same way his father does.

What was it with Americans saying they’re knocking instead of just actually knocking? I thought.

“Yes?” I called out from my bedroom. “What the hell happened to you?” I asked, startled by how exhausted he looked. “Let me guess. You didn’t have the guts to tell Coach Jackson you wanted to fuck him so he made you do laps for bothering him while he was in his office?”

“Oh Ollie You should know by now that if I want ass I’ll get it.” Brad said, grinning.

“No Don’t tell me you actually did it!” I gasped.

“Of course I did. He barely even made me work for it.” Brad said casually.

“Dude, I can’t believe this. Tell me about it.” I implored him.

“Fucked him over his own desk and then he rode me while I sat in his own chair.”

“You fucked Coach Jackson over his own desk? In his office?” I gasped again.

“Sure did. I even had to take my dick out and change positions so he wouldn’t cum too fast.”

“Wow, so Coach Jackson is a bottom.” I said incredulously.

“Who said that?” Brad asked. “His ass is off limits to anyone else but me. I didn’t even need to tell him that. He just knows it. You don’t forget the guy who takes your cherry.”

“How would you know?” I countered, knowing full well Brad Williams and his cherry were still very much in tact.

“How would you?” He turned it around.

“Fair enough. So you got to take his cherry?”

“You bet your ass I did.” He said proudly. “And I’m telling you, if you thought I had a thick cockÉ”

“No shit! I knew he had to be hung. I mean, just look at him.” I sighed. “You know, the brotherly thing to do would be to take a picture and show me like I did for you.”

“First of all, you didn’t show me that dude’s face so it’s unfair that you know who my guy is. Second, do you really think I’m stupid enough to take out my phone while my dick is up Coach Jackson’s ass? He could shatter my phone into a million pieces with only his pinky if he wanted to.”

“Yeah, I certainly wouldn’t want to make that dude angry.” I agreed.

“And that’s why I’m the one who got to take his ass. I’m not afraid to show him who’s boss.”

“I’ll have you know I’m doing okay without him. Though I have to admit, Coach Jackson is quite a get.” I laughed.

“Look at us. The two biggest studs on campus living under one roof.” Brad said proudly, patting my shoulder. Little did he know his dad made stud number 3. After all, Mike Williams was getting laid just as much as I was.

The next day at practice I was looking at Coach Jackson and his hulking frame just wondering what it must have been like to fuck a man like that.

“Watch it, that’s my girlfriend you’re ogling there.” Brad teased, sticking his hand out to block my vision.

“I just can’t believe you got him to let you fuck him.”

“Believe it. I think I’ll fuck him again after practice if I’m feeling it.” He said casually.

Coach Jackson spotted us and blew his whistle powerfully. “Williams! Africa! What the fuck are you two standing there for? Get your lazy asses out on that field now, you slackers or I’ll make you do laps!” He yelled from the stands.

At that moment I gave Brad an eye roll and punched his shoulder. “You liar. I can’t believe I believed you.” I said shaking my head as I hustled to the field. I knew Brad was a proud person, so I was surprised that he would lie to me about fucking Coach Jackson just to save face. I should have known. Coach Jackson was way too scary to take on like that.

“Hold on a sec there, Olujimi.” Brad called out, running after me. He called me by my full name. This was serious. “Do you think I’m lying?”

“Through your teeth. Did you see the way Coach just talked to us? There’s no way you got that man to bottom for you.” I replied.

“Alright.” He said, pausing for a moment to think. “I suggest you to get a drink from the water fountain below the bleachers in about 30 seconds.”

“Brad, what are you talking-”

“Just do it.” He pressed, turning to go to the front of the bleachers while I sighed and went around to the back.

I made my way to the water fountain underneath the bleachers and waited. What was Brad doing? Through the slats in the bleacher floors I could see Coach Jackson’s huge ass and his towering frame. And then I began to make out Brad walking his way up to meet him. Fuck, Brad, what are you doing?

“What is it, Williams?” Coach asked impatiently. “Connors! You call that a throw! Start it over! And this time don’t fuck it up!” Coach yelled out to the field, blowing his whistle sharply.

Brad knelt down as if he dropped something and then reached his hands up to grab a hold of Coach Jackson’s big muscle ass, squeezing a meaty cheek in each hand. “What the fuck are you doing, Williams? Not here.” Coach Jackson panicked.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Brad stood up and brought his lips just behind Coach Jackson’s ear and whispered just loud enough so that he knew I would hear him. “I want you ass up in your office waiting for me at 4:30.”

Coach Jackson closed his eyes and waited for a second. I couldn’t even imagine what he would say or how he would react to Brad’s very public display. Fortunately everyone out on the field was too busy trying to escape his wrath by focusing on the ball rather than looking in our direction.

Coach Jackson whispered back, “That’s in 20 minutes, Williams. And practice doesn’t end until 4:45.”

Brad slipped his hand under Coach Jackson’s shirt and ran his hand along Coach Jackson’s giant pecks. “Well then you better call it early then, Coach. Especially since you’re going to shower first so that you’re nice and squeaky clean for me.”

Coach Jackson closed his eyes, conflicted. “Williams, there’s no time. Besides, the guys will want to shower before they go home so we won’t have the place to ourselves until at least 5:00.”

“That reminds me.” Brad said, giving one of Coach Jackson’s nipples a good pinch, making him wince and then moan. “You’re going to give me the keys to your office so I can use your private shower. My muscles have been pretty sore lately since you’ve been working us so hard so I could use the extra space to stretch out in the steam.”

I couldn’t fucking believe this. Brad Williams had the Head of Athletics Coach Dan Jackson wrapped around his fucking finger. Hell, he was fondling him out in the open during practice.

“You- You want to use my shower?” Coach Jackson questioned. “I don’t know, Williams, it’s barely big enough for me in there alone.”

“You’ll use the team shower and wash off with the guys.” Brad commanded, brushing his nose softly on the back of Coach Jackson’s neck. Brad Williams had made seduction an art. “Just make sure your ass is nice and fresh for me. I think you can manage without anyone noticing.”

“Williams, I don’t know about this” Coach Jackson said apprehensively. “I’ve never showered with the team.”

“Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you and I’ll leave.” Brad whispered into his ear, thrusting his groin against Coach Jackson’s ass with a loud smack.

Coach Jackson closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing his whistle and blowing it with all the power he could. “Bring it in, boys. I’m letting you guys out early today. Now shower up and go home.” He yelled. He swallowed apprehensively before surrendering his keys over to the cocky athlete behind him.

Brad smiled proudly and released his hold on Coach Jackson, before making his way toward the locker room, twirling coach’s keys around one finger.

“Where did Williams go?” Dante, another guy on our team asked as we were lathering up in the showers.

“I think he went home early. He wasn’t feeling good.” I lied.

“What the-” Dante started, bringing his attention to the front of the showers.

The mountainous Head of Athletics Department Coach Daniel Jackson slowly made his way into the stall, his massive muscles and gigantic beer can cock on display for all of his players to see. The players watched him with open mouths as he got under one of the shower heads and reached out a muscled arm to turn the water on.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Never seen a real man’s cock before?” Coach asked, putting his hands on his hips and standing proudly. “The water in my office is out. Now will one of you idiots hand me the fucking soap?”

“Here, sir” Dante said nervously, handing Coach Jackson his body wash. Coach Jackson lathered himself up as we all couldn’t help but steal glances of his hulking, muscular body and huge cock. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I thought about Brad taking Coach Jackson’s shower for himself and banishing him to the communal showers with the rest of us. He was sending his conquest over to us so that we could get a good look at what he was going to fuck. Here he was, the epitome of masculinity in his players’ eyes being sent off to be ogled at as we showered. It was a power play if I had ever seen one. And after Coach Jackson finished washing himself off, he turned around to head back to his office, his massive ass on full display as we watched him leave, towel hanging off his shoulder.

“Man, that guy is scary.” One of the other players sighed as we began to relax.

“Did you see how huge his cock was? I’ll bet he can score any chick he wants.” Another player remarked.

“Yeah, I’ll bet he’s into chicks with really big tits. I’m talking huge.” Dante added.

I smiled. “You just might be surprised at what men like Coach Jackson are in to.”

I sat in the car waiting for Brad to finish up fucking our athletics coach like a good brother. I could have been mad at him for making me wait in the hot sun while he was getting laid but I had kind of pushed him into proving himself so I didn’t blame him. Besides, I was happy he was getting laid. After about an hour I saw Brad making his way to the car with a satisfied look on his face.

“Sorry, brother. I could have been here 20 minutes ago but Coach wanted to go another round.” He said proudly as he got into the car.

“Hey, no apologies, man. I’m happy for you.” I said truthfully. “Jesus, what’s that on your neck?” I asked, pointing to a red mark on his neck that was clearly either a hicky or a choke mark of some sort.

“What can I say? Coach likes it rough.” Brad grinned, starting the car.

“ClearlyÉ I’d hate to see what you did to him.” I replied, sitting back as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“He’ll be fine.” Brad grinned wickedly. “And you can have the car tomorrow. He wants me back the same time tomorrow.”

“Well look at you two. Have you guys set a date?” I teased him.

“You laugh all you want when you’re no doubt reading your math textbook tomorrow or nerding out with my dad on his computer software while I’m out getting laid. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to tell you all about it when I get home.”

“I wouldn’t worry about me.” I said, reclining my seat and looking out the window. “I’m sure your dad and I will find something to do.”

Later that week Brad came into my room good and bothered. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked laughing as he sat down on the couch and crossed his arms like a child.

“Coach Jackson isn’t putting out. He says the aggression will be good for the game next Friday.”

“I seeÉ” I said nodding my head. “Wow, you must be going crazy then. I mean, the idea of you not getting to blow a load for over a week must be-”

“Absolute hell.” He finished for me.

“Welcome to the real world, brother.” I laughed, knowing full well I would be getting laid later that night just like every other night this week when Mr. Williams sneaks into my room at night for a midnight fuck.

“This blows.” He sulked.

“Have you tried giving Jason a call?” I asked sympathetically.

“You mean Ken? He’s probably too busy picking out wallpaper and china patterns with his beard at The Barbie Dream House.” He spat, rolling his eyes.

“I see. He and Rachel are still going strong?” I asked.

“As strong as a closeted power bottom and his beard can be.” He smirked. “You know, maybe I should just go over there and ask him what his deal is.”

“Brad, don’t you dare go over there. Come on, man, that’s not you.” I said raising my voice.

“You’re right.” He muttered. “Thanks Ollie. I’m just going crazy with pent up hormones over here.”

“Have you considered that maybe Coach Jackson has a point?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he does. And he did promise me he’d take me up to his family cabin over the weekend if we won the game. He told me he’d let me fuck him on a jet ski.” He said excitedly.

“Is- Is fucking someone on a jet ski something particularly enticing to some people?” I questioned.

“I don’t know. Never done it. Sounds fun.” He answered.

“Well then I hope it’s everything you want it to be and more.” I replied. I pictured Coach Jackson’s mountainous body trying to balance itself on a jet ski while Brad rammed his ass and couldn’t quite see the appeal, but hey, whatever floats your boat, so to speak.

“How do you do it, man? Go so long without getting laid, I mean.” He asked.

I gulped. I hated lying to him but I knew I had to keep this from him, for many reasons. “I just- I mean- I don’t know. You just deal with it.” I lied.

“Whatever. I just don’t want to turn into a nerd if I don’t get any ass.” He sighed, throwing one of my textbooks on my bed as he got up from the couch and headed to the door.

“Don’t worry about that, you’d have to abstain for 50 years for that to happen.” I managed to get out with a slight smirk.

“Oh fuck off.” He laughed, shutting the door and heading out.

That night Mr. Williams stayed in my bed for a while after I had fucked him. We just talked. I was my happiest when I was able to hold him close to me in my bed. I would give anything to be able to do that without worrying we would get caught.

“Ollie, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so happy right now.” He sighed, rubbing my shoulder.

I was playing with his chest hair absentmindedly and smiled. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way, sir.” It felt kind of odd calling him sir when my load was still dripping out of his ass but it was just the way I felt about him. I deeply respected this man.

“Maybe one day we can really be together. But you know I can’t do that right now.” He said, sadly.

“For a million reasons.” I agreed. “This is just fine for now.” I said, holding him close.

We lay there for a while, just holding each other.

“Mr. Williams?” I asked.

“What is it?” He replied.

“I was thinking about how great the sex is between us and how new you are at this. And I was just wondering if it hurts your feelings that I haven’t bottomed for you.”

He said nothing for a while. “Honestly Ollie, I’m not really hung up on it. I know how you feel about me and you don’t have to prove it. I think what we’re doing is exactly the way it should be.” He smiled, rubbing my chest. “Besides”, he said kissing me. “I’ve spent my whole life being the one who does the fucking. If I was fulfilled doing that I wouldn’t be here laying in bed with you with your load still dripping out of my ass, now would I?”

“So you’re not feeling used or anything?” I asked.

“There may come a time where I ask you to let me fuck you.” He said. “But for now I am more than happy being the bottom in this relationship.”

“You know I would do that for you.” I replied. “If you really wanted me to.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “I do know that.” He reached his hand down my body and grabbed my semi hard dick. “Now why don’t you take this big black cock of yours and remind me just why I love being the one getting fucked so much.”

“Whatever you want, Mr. Williams.” I smiled, kissing him and crawling on top of him for another round.

Brad Williams threw off his jersey after a day of practice in the piping hot heat, the commotion of the other guys changing into their clothes going on around him.

“In my office, Williams.” Coach Jackson commanded from his doorway.

The other guys looked at Brad as if he should be scared, but Brad didn’t flinch.

Brad threw on a shirt and followed him in.

“I just wanted to say good job today on the field. Damn good job.” Coach Jackson praised from his chair.

“Thanks Coach. Is that it?” Brad asked.

“Just one more thing.” Coach Jackson said, getting up from his desk and walking over to his star player. He leaned down and kissed his athlete tenderly on the lips as he reached his muscled arm to the door and locked it.

Brad’s severely neglected cock gave a jolt. “What happened to no fucking until after the game?” Brad asked, breaking away from his Coach’s mouth for a second.

Coach Jackson ignored him and placed Brad’s hands on his muscle daddy ass.

“Oh fuck, Coach, I need that ass.” Brad moaned.

“You can have it, Williams.” Coach Jackson replied, reaching his hands underneath his athlete’s shirt and playing with his pecks while they made out.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Brad groaned. He brought his hands up to the tight waistband of his coach’s slutty little windshorts and started to pull them down.

“After you win me that game on Friday.” Coach Jackson muttered, pulling his tongue and his meaty ass away. He slowly walked back to his desk and smirked.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Brad said angrily, panting.

“Win me that game on Friday and I’ll let you have my ass for 72 hours, Williams. Whenever, wherever you want. No questions asked.” Coach Jackson reminded him from his desk.

“So you just did this little stunt to fuck with me?” Brad questioned, glaring at him.

“Just a little something to remind you how much you want to win this game.” Coach Jackson said, smirking.

“Oh I’ll win that game.” Brad said confidently, getting up. “And I’ll make sure you remember this little stunt you pulled when I’m fucking that tight ass of yours in every single square inch of that cabin this weekend.” Brad countered.

“I’m counting on it.” Coach replied with a wink.

Over the next few days Brad lived and breathed football. He made me practice with him outside after dinner each night with me throwing him impossible throws for him to catch. The guy was a star. I knew there would be no way he wasn’t earning that weekend with the coach up at his cabin this weekend.

Secretly I wanted Brad to win so that Mr. Williams and I could have the house to ourselves this weekend. Kate was going to be out of town at a conference and with Brad out of the house Mr. Williams and I could officially christen each and every room of this three story house by the time the weekend was over. Hell, knowing us we could christen each and every room by Saturday afternoon.

By Friday night I was expecting Brad to be a bundle of nerves but he was totally relaxed and cool. An extremely confident dude by nature, he knew what he had to do tonight.

Out on the field he was a superstar. He had made two touchdowns by the time the first quarter was over, catching a hail mary pass with 4 seconds to go. The crowd went absolutely wild but Brad just looked over to the bench where Coach Jackson was standing and brought up a finger and pointed it right at Coach and then pointing it at his own chest. You didn’t need a translator for that. He was letting Coach know his ass was his. Coach Jackson just nodded his head. He understood.

By the end of the game it was 48-10. It was a runaway. The team and I celebrated in the locker room, each one of us patting Brad on the back for a job well done. But Brad’s mind was on something else. Someone else.

“Dude, Brad, you coming with us to Jesse’s house tonight? It’s supposed to be wild.” Dante asked, giving Brad a high five.

“You guys have fun. I’ve got a trip to pack for.” Brad replied, looking up from his locker right into Coach’s eyes standing in the doorway.

Coach Jackson nodded and went back into his office. Brad and I went to the showers and I patted his back to congratulate him. “You earned it, man. Go take what’s yours.”

“Trust me, brother.” He said grinning for the first time all night. “I intend to.”

Check out part five here.

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