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Erotic story: Horny Exchange Student part 6

By jhtravus@yahoo.com. Check out parts 1, 2, 3 4, and 5.

Brad Williams looked over to the other bed where Coach Jackson and the dark, hunky Officer Jones were making out furiously and grinding their cocks against each other. Brad was pleased to see that despite the fact that Officer Jones had a huge cock, Coach Jackson may have had him beat by an inch in length. Thickness, it was no contest.

Officer Jones wet his index finger and subtly reached down and started teasing Coach Jackson’s hole. Coach Jackson groaned and stuck his tongue even farther into the officer’s mouth as he enjoyed the nipple play and hole teasing he was receiving from the hunky officer. Brad was amazed the mattress they were laying on could support them. There was over 500 pounds of muscle on that bed.

“Yeah, you like me playing with your hole, man?” Officer Jones asked as he thrust his index finger in and out of Coach Jackson’s hole smoothly.

“Oh fuck yeah I do.” Coach Jackson groaned.

Brad was going to keep an eye on those two. Coach Jackson’s hole was his. He was okay with a finger or two sneaking their way in but that was where he drew the line.

“You gonna let me fuck this muscle ass?” Jones asked, kissing Coach Jackson softly.

Coach Jackson groaned and turned his head to look at his athlete.

Brad said nothing and met his stare.

“I- can’t-” Coach Jackson whimpered underneath the hulking black officer. “I’m sorry, man. It belongs to the kid.”

Brad smirked and looked down at his own hot hunk cop, who was growing impatient.

“You ready for this jock cock, Officer Davis?” Brad Williams teased the hot older cop in heat laying before him.

“Come on, kid. Fuck me.” Davis grinned, reaching up and pounding his fist hard on the athlete’s chest.

“Yeah, give that cop what he wants, Williams.” Coach Jackson commanded as he watched his athlete sink his big cock into the tight cop hole.

“Fuck kid!” Davis groaned as Brad filled up the handsome cop.

“Too much for you, Officer Davis?” Brad teased, gyrating his hips so the hunky cop could feel everything he had to offer.

“Not at all, kid. You’re just right.” The handsome officer moaned, closing his eyes and adjusting to the size of the athlete’s cock. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Brad began to thrust in and out, leaning down to give the muscle cop a sloppy kiss.

“Take that cop ass, Williams!” Coach Jackson called from the other mattress.

Brad took his mouth off of his willing bottom’s and looked over at his coach.

Coach Jackson and Officer Jones were still grinding their giant cocks against each other, almost as if they were trying to will the other to give in and give up their ass. They were making out furiously. Coach Jackson’s giant pecks were red and raw from so much pinching.

“I gotta have that ass, man.” Officer Jones begged, his finger still jutting in and out of Coach Jackson’s hole.

“Not gonna happen, stud.” Coach Jackson replied, a hint of regret in his voice.

Brad sympathized with his slutty coach. “You really want to get fucked, Coach?” He asked, really railing into Officer Davis.

Coach Jackson pried his lips off of Jones and looked back at his athlete. “Fuck yeah I do. You’ll let me, Williams?”

“Not a chance.” Brad replied, immediately withdrawing his thick cock from the officer underneath him.

“Hey, what gives?” Officer Davis yelled, frustrated as he was so close to getting his nut in.

“Sorry, Officer. My coach needs to get his ass fucked.” He said, pinching the officer’s hairy nipple. “What do you say we make a trade?” Brad asked, looking at the dark Officer Jones.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Jones yelled, stepping off of the bed. He leaned down and gave Coach Jackson a loud, wet kiss and gave his nipple a good tug. “Damn, I wish I could have taken this big ass for a ride.”

“Me too, stud.” Coach Jackson replied, sending the big man off with a loud spank.

“I want to see you fuck the shit out of your partner there, Jones.” Brad told Officer Jones, giving him another hard spank.

“Yeah, I want to see that, too.” Davis winked from the other mattress, spreading his legs wide for his partner.

“Alright, Coach. You wanted to get your ass fucked?” Brad said, turning his attention back to his horny coach.

“Fuck yeah, Williams. I gotta have that big cock.”

Brad pushed Coach Jackson down onto the mattress and slapped his rock hard cock on the coach’s abs.

“I wanted to breed that cop hole bad, so you better make it up to me.” Brad said, giving Coach Jackson’s already swollen, inflamed nipples a good pinch.

“Fuck!” Coach Jackson winced. “Come on, Williams, I need it now.”

“Such needy bottoms in this place, huh, Jones?” Brad questioned, looking over at the other bed.

“I’ll say. It’s a good thing you and I are able to shut them up and give them what they want.” Jones replied, slamming his huge black cock into his handsome partner in one hard thrust.

“Fuck Jones!” Officer Davis yelled.

“Oh come on, Davis. You don’t have to put on a show for us. We all know how used to that big black cock you are.” Brad called out as he followed suit and slammed his whole cock up his coach in one thrust.

Coach Jackson just groaned and took it like the man he was.

“Yeah, that’s how you take cock.” Brad praised, running his hands over Coach Jackson’s concrete abs and giving his beer can cock a few strokes.

“Fuck yeah, come on, Jones!” Officer Davis taunted his partner, giving his big black ass a hard spank.

“That’s it, Davis! I knew the slut bottom in you would come out.” Brad called out, enjoying the show.

“Oh fuck, Williams. You’ve got me so fucking close.” Coach Jackson whimpered, bringing up his massive hand to start stroking his leaking beer can cock.

“Not a chance.” Brad shouted, slapping Coach Jackson’s hand away.

“Come on, Williams. I need to blow.” Coach Jackson whined.

“Hey Officer Jones, you tap that tight cop hole often?” Brad called out.

“You bet your ass I do, kid.” Jones replied.

“Yeah, you know how to fuck the cum out of him like a real man?” Brad pressed.

“Hell yeah, I do. Davis here loves my big black dick, don’t you Davis?” Jones questioned the handsome hunk he was slamming into.

“Fuck yeah, I do, Jones. No one gets me off like you do.” He moaned, his rock hard cock slapping against his stomach as Jones fucked him.

“What do you say we make a little bet, Jones?” Brad taunted the hulking cop furiously fucking his partner.

“I’m listening.” Jones replied.

“Let’s give these little slut bottoms here what they want. I’m sure you know every inch of that partner there of yours and what makes him tick. God knows I’ve been dicking Coach Jackson often enough to know what he likes.”

“Yeah?” Jones said, trying to follow.

“First one to get their bitch to cum wins. Hands-free, of course. If I win I get to breed your partner again and if you win I’ll let you have my Coach’s hole.”

“I like the way you think, kid.” Jones replied with a wicked smile.

“So do we have a deal?” Brad asked, reaching over to extend a hand.

“Deal.” Jones replied, shaking the athlete’s hand with a firm grip.

Without another word the sound of big, muscly hips slamming into big, meaty bottoms filled the room as both men raced to get their bottom to blow their wads.

“Holy fuck!” Davis cried out as his hulking partner railed into him.

Brad stared his coach down as he fucked him. There was no way he was going to lose this. Coach Jackson was speechless. His eyes were closed and his huge cock was just aching to release what was sure to be a huge load.

“Come on, Davis, give me that nut. I know you have it.” Jones commanded, slamming into his partner.

“I’m so fucking close, Jones. Come on, right there. Fuck man. It’s right there. Fuck!” Davis shouted, on the edge.

“UUNNNNNNNGHHHH” Coach Jackson bellowed as his massive cock began to unload, sending ropes of cum absolutely everywhere.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” Davis screamed as he painted Jones and himself with thick jets of cum.

Both men’s groans were unintelligible as they had the cum fucked out of them. Brad and Officer Jones unloaded at the exact same time, filling their respective partners with heavy loads.

Brad leaned down to give his coach a congratulatory kiss, thanking him for sealing his victory. The pride Brad had for his coach was unmistakable.

“Fuck, kid. You sure know how to fuck.” Jones sighed, admitting defeat. “I swear Davis was just one second behind.”

“He sure was.” Brad smirked. “It’s almost as if your partner there held out as long as he could so he’d get a chance to get my cock inside of him again.”

Davis turned scarlet and Jones gave an exhausted sigh. Brad slowly withdrew his cock from his coach’s twitching hole and walked over proudly to the two officers.

“I’ll be taking over from here, Officer.” Brad said cockily as he gave Jones a pat on the back.

“Fuck, he blew a load 2 minutes ago and he’s already ready for more.” Jones said, shaking his head. He withdrew his cock from his partner and he and the athlete watched as cum slowly started to drip out of the handsome cop’s hole.

“You old folks just get tuckered out so easily.” Brad teased, taking his place as Davis’s hole to collect his prize.

“Cocky son of a bitch.” Jones smiled, shaking his head.

“You ready to finish what we started, Officer Davis?” Brad asked, swirling some of the cum Davis had shot on his chest around.

“Do your worst, kid.” Davis grinned, putting his arms behind his head and twitching his hole enticingly.

Brad easily slipped his cock into the cum-slicked hole of the hunky officer.

“Yeah, kid. Get your nut.” Davis said, giving the athlete a quick pinch on his nipple.

“You know you’re going to give me another load, Davis.” Brad commanded, swirling more of Davis’s cum in his chest hair.

“Kid, not all of us can go again so fast like you can.” Davis replied, skeptically.

“Does that sound like another challenge?” Brad called out to his coach, who was standing at the side of the bed enjoying the show.

“It sure does, Williams. Fuck the cum out of that back talking cop. Again.” Coach Jackson yelled.

“Oh fuck.” Davis groaned as Brad really starting fucking him.

“There’s no use trying to prove him wrong, Davis.” Coach Jackson said, scooping up some of Davis’s cum from his chest and bringing it to his mouth. “Trust me. If Williams wants another load from you he’ll get it.” He said, sucking it into his mouth.

“Listen to the coach, Officer Davis. He knows what’s talking about.” Brad smirked.

Brad continued powerfucking the hunky officer as he claimed his prize. He grabbed at Davis’s rock hard cock. “Looks like someone managed to get it up again. And so soon.”

“Fuck, kid-” Davis groaned as Brad worked over his swollen cock.

“Man, you’re making this easy for me, Officer.” Brad gloated, long dicking the tight, willing cop hole.

“Fuck, he’s going to do it!” Davis moaned through gritted teeth. “He’s going to fuck it out of me again.”

Brad continued to jerk that big cop cock until he knew Davis was about to blow another load. Immediately he removed his hand and let it slap down onto his hairy chest.

“Yeah, Williams.” Coach Jackson said, grinning, knowing his athlete was going to fuck another hands-free load out of the moaning cop.

“Cocky little son of a bitch-” Jones repeated, shaking his head at the balls this young jock had.

“I’m going to fuck another hands-free load out of you, Officer Davis. Because I can.” Brad gloated, slamming into the officer below him.

“UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHH” Davis yelled as his cock belched out a jet of sperm, hitting himself in the face.

“Goddamn!” Jones yelled, clapping in applause.

Brad leaned down to the officer’s face and licked up the cum he had successfully fucked out of him and let it drip into the officer’s mouth.

“That’s what you get” Brad panted as he neared his own climax “for doubting me, Officer.” Brad gave one more powerful thrust and unloaded into the exhausted officer who was trying to catch his breath.

“Goddamn, that kid can fuck!” Officer Jones commended, patting the athlete on the back.

“I can certainly vouch for that.” Coach Jackson laughed.

“What do you say, Officer?” Brad gloated, running his hands over the officer’s completely drenched chest. “Can I fuck or what?”

“Like a goddamn champ.” Officer Davis panted, clearly exhausted.

“You bet your ass I can.” Brad said proudly, withdrawing his dick from the officer’s tired hole.

Brad bent down and grabbed Coach Jackson’s boxers and threw them over to him.

“Thanks for the good time, Officers.” He said as he began to step into his own boxers. “But my coach here and I have to get back on the road.”

“Fuck, kid. Come back any time.” Officer Davis said exhaustedly, reaching out his hand for Brad to shake.

“You too, stud.” Jones agreed, patting Coach Jackson on the shoulder.

“You guys are like dynamite. I’d certainly love to fuck with you two again.” Davis sighed.

“We’ll keep that in mind, officers.” Brad smiled as he threw on his shirt and pants. “You be sure and keep making our streets safe.”

“You got it, kid.” Jones laughed as he sat down on the bed next to his partner.

“Hey, where are you two headed anyway?” Davis asked.

“He’s taking me up to his cabin for the weekend.” Brad answered, slapping his coach on the back affectionately.

“It’s a reward for winning a huge game tonight.” Coach added.

“Yeah, big, masculine, burly Coach Jackson here promised me his hole for 72 hours if I won him this game. And I intend to take him up on it.” Brad grinned as he grabbed his coach’s ass possessively.

“I don’t doubt that for one second, kid.” Officer Davis laughed. “Enjoy.” He said, to the two of them equally.

I woke up for the first time in Mike Williams’s bed with a completely euphoric feeling. Here I was, my arms wrapped around the most handsome, kind, intelligent, sexy man I had ever laid eyes on as he slept soundly in my arms. I never imagined I could ever be so lucky. The birds chirping outside as the rays of sunlight through the window warmed our unclothed bodies just made this all seem like a fantasy. But it wasn’t a fantasy. It was my real life. I leaned down and kissed Mike Williams’s cheek as he slept and gently massaged his arm. I didn’t want to wake him up but I just needed to show him how much I loved him.

He gave a cute stir and moaned as he nuzzled his head in my shoulder. I was relieved when I thought he had gone back to sleep but I felt him kiss my arm and smile.

“Good morning,.” He said, sleepily.

“Good morning Mr. Williams.” I smiled.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, completely content. He leaned in and kissed me softly.

“I’m falling in love with you, Ollie.” He said, looking into my eyes.

We had used the word “love” to each other before, sometimes in the heat of the moment when we were fucking, but I knew something was different this time. He wasn’t lust-drunk, he wasn’t in the heat of the moment, he wasn’t overwhelmed with emotion. It’s not like he was still feeling the tingle of another orgasm I had fucked out of him that was making him say this. He was looking at me here, right now, at a time when his head couldn’t have been more clear or at ease.

“I love you, Mike Williams.” I said to him, kissing him.

We made out in bed for what felt like an hour before I pulled away from him, my stomach growling noisily. He giggled and patted my tummy.

“I’m starving.” I stated, obviously. I pulled the covers off of me and started to get out of bed before Mr. Williams pulled me back.

“Stay.” He begged, grabbing my hand and putting it on his chest.

“You’re insatiable.” I laughed, looking at his cock beginning to harden.

“Breakfast can wait.” He said, reaching out to grab my cock.

He slowly rolled over onto his stomach, showing me his furry ass, spreading his cheeks for me. I was relieved to see it looked completely normal, surprised, after many loads I blew up his ass the night before. Maybe a little pink and sore, but he certainly seemed to think it had been worth it.

“Fuck me, Ollie.” He groaned.

Who was I to deny the love of my life what he craved? I sank back down on the bed and knelt over him, kissing his cheek as I applied some lube to his ass. As my finger sank into him he groaned and lapped at my tongue even harder.

My cock was rock hard by now, seeing my man ache for me to fuck him yet again. I tapped it against his hole enticingly as he rocked back and forth, willing me to put it in him as we made out. I never wanted this weekend in paradise to end.

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300 miles away in a secluded cabin surrounded by pinewoods and a still lake Brad Williams woke up in an unfamiliar place. He opened his eyes as he adjusted to the light coming in through the window. Dozens of prestigious medals, plaques, trophies, and animal heads mounted on the wall adorned the austere room around him. The bed vibrated underneath him as the mountainous Head of Athletics Department Daniel Jackson snored next to him. Brad smiled to himself as he remembered how the night went.

“Get a good look, Williams.” Coach Jackson had announced proudly as they pulled in to the gravel driveway of the cabin. Brad was amazed at how much of the beautiful scene he was able to see from the moonlight alone. “This cabin’s been in my family for generations. It’s played host to pro NFL athletes and coaches, recruiters, University chancellors, and even state governors. Anybody who is invited to stay here is somebody.”

Brad looked at the cabin from his seat in the car. It was no secret that Dan Jackson came from a family of means, and this cabin was a reflection of that. It wasn’t gaudy or overblown, but distinguished. It was one story and it was clearly built by caring, strong hands.

“So I guess that means I’m somebody, Coach?” Brad asked, understanding the nature of his invitation.

“You bet your ass you are, Williams.” Coach said proudly, unbuckling his seatbelt.

They got their bags from the back of the car and Coach Jackson stopped him, saying, “Here. Catch.”

Brad’s instincts raised his hand and caught whatever Coach Jackson had thrown his way.

“No electricity.” Coach Jackson informed him, turning his flashlight on and shining it along the pathway to the door.

“No electricity?” Brad asked incredulously.

“Nope. My grandfather believed a man comes into the woods to humble himself and immerse himself in nature. My family chooses to honor him this way.”

Brad turned his flashlight on and started to follow.

“Don’t worry, kid. There’s plenty of daylight during the summer and candles for when it gets dark. You might actually enjoy it.”

Brad had to admit he kind of liked the idea of spending the weekend deep in the woods with his burly coach and brave it like men.

Coach Jackson unlocked the door and led the way. From the little Brad could see from the light from their flashlights the place was incredible. Years and years of tradition and prestige had encompassed this place. He couldn’t wait until morning when he could finally get a good look at his surroundings.

“The guestrooms are in here.” Coach Jackson said to him as they passed a room on the right. “I’ll be staying in here.” He said, pointing his flashlight to what looked like the master bedroom.

“Not a chance, Coach.” Brad smirked.

“What is it, Williams? Are you afraid to stay by yourself?” Coach Jackson taunted him.

“Of course I’m not. But you invited me here as an equal- a peer. I’m staying in the master bedroom and if you’re lucky I’ll let you stay in there with me. Besides, I don’t want to have to go all the way to the guestroom when I want a shot at your ass if I feel like it.”

Coach Jackson paused as if he were debating a rebuttal but instead relented. “You’re the boss, Williams.” He said, opening the door to the mater bedroom.

Coach Jackson opened a drawer and withdrew some matches and lit candles that were spread around the room. More and more of the room was revealed but Brad still wouldn’t be able to get a true look until morning.

They decided to unpack their things when they had daylight and instead got in bed, exhausted after a long night.

“Don’t mind the candles.” Coach Jackson said. “They’re made to go out on their own so they won’t burn the place down.”

Coach Jackson got comfortable on his side of the bed. Brad looked over at his mountainous body and reached his arm around his broad shoulders and played with his chest.

“Someone looking for a little bit of action before bed, Williams?” Coach Jackson grinned, letting his athlete run his hands all over his muscular pecs.

Brad ignored him and reached down to his coach’s beer can cock and played with it while Coach Jackson groaned. The man’s breathing became more and more urgent as Brad played with his coach’s huge cock and nipple. Coach Jackson’s hole pulsed and a bit of cum that Brad had shot into him back at the station began to leak out.

“Damn, Coach your cunt is just dripping for me.” Brad said as he slapped his own rock hard cock against Coach Jackson’s muscle ass. “It’d be so easy to just slip my big cock in you and fuck you right now.”

“Oh god, do it Williams.” Coach Jackson begged.

“Yeah, you want me to shove my big cock in your cunt, Coach?” Brad asked, grinding his cock up and down along Coach Jackson’s ass crack. Coach Jackson’s hole pulsed again and more of his jock cum from their fun at the police station spilled out of it.

“I want it bad, Williams.” Coach Jackson whined, biting his lip. “Come on, put it in me and fuck the cum out of me. I’m so fucking close.”

Brad continued to slip his dick head in and out of Coach Jackson’s cum-slicked ass crack and just as Brad was sure his coach was on the edge he immediately took his hands off his cock and nipple and turned over.

“Wha- what the fuck, Williams? You’ve got me so close.” Coach Jackson whined.

“Just remember who’s in charge here, Coach.” Brad smirked, closing his eyes. “Make sure you get a good night’s rest. You promised me your ass for the whole weekend and I intend to take you up on that.”

Coach Jackson sighed and very quietly brought his massive hand to his rock hard beer can cock, trying to be quiet so his athlete wouldn’t hear him.

“Not a fucking chance, Coach.” Brad said, his back to him.

His coach grunted, frustrated, and willed himself to obey his athlete’s orders.

“I want you aching for it.” Brad commanded. “Besides. Let’s not pretend that you aren’t just as eager to let me have your ass for the weekend as I am to take it.”

“Cocky little fucker. . .” Coach Jackson muttered, positioning himself to where he could lay on his side and his massive cock wouldn’t be prodding into the mattress as he tried to fall asleep.

Brad just smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, wanting to be good and ready for whatever the weekend had in store.

And so now here he was, laying in bed with his mountainous coach sleeping soundly next to him, the morning light shining on his athletic body. It was uncharacteristically intimate for the two of them. Brad couldn’t believe how much he got off on getting this powerful man to submit to him, emotionally and physically. He couldn’t get enough of watching this big, powerful authority figure begging for his cock. Brad quietly lifted the sheet up and looked at the amazing body of his coach.

Solid brick muscle. He laughed to himself as he saw the enormous beer can cock, hard and leaking a storm into the sheets. Apparently going to sleep hadn’t helped that cock go down after he left him high and dry last night. It seemed the cool air on Coach Jackson’s stomach didn’t agree with him and the large man groaned and turned over onto his stomach, his giant ass sticking up enticingly.

Brad couldn’t resist. He quietly positioned himself over his authority figure and lined his thick cock up with the hole he had claimed as his own so many times. He spit into his hand and lubed up Coach Jackson’s hole as best he could and popped the head of his cock in. Amazingly, Coach Jackson didn’t stir. Brad put his hands on either side of his coach for leverage and sank more and more of his thick dick into his ass.

“Mmmmmphhh” The giant man under him groaned. Brad wasn’t sure if it was a groan of pleasure, pain, or annoyance.

“Mmmmmmmphhhhhhhh” He groaned again. This time Brad could see him reach his massive hand under him and hear him rubbing his leaking beer can cock.

“Good morning, Coach.” Brad said, kissing in between the man’s shoulder blades.

“Mmmmphh” Coach Jackson answered.

“I guess someone’s not a morning person.” Brad laughed, sinking his whole cock into the giant man underneath him.

“Just keep your mouth shut and fuck me, Williams.” Coach Jackson grunted.

“Now that’s not very nice, Coach.” Brad said, slamming into him hard.

“Unnhhh” Coach Jackson groaned.

Brad slammed into him hard and the giant man underneath him bellowed out with unintelligible moans, the ass wrapped around his dick squeezing him tightly. He could feel the motions of Coach Jackson’s strong arm jacking himself hard. The tight ass pulsing around his dick as he fucked the cum out of his bury coach was just too much for the athlete and he dumped a load of his own up the ass of his superior.

Brad collapsed on his coach’s back and rolled off of him, his dick leaving the confines of his coach’s ass with an audible pop and his load slowly running down Coach Jackson’s leg.

Coach Jackson was still catching his breath.

“So what’s for breakfast, coach?” Brad asked, patting his coach’s ripped stomach.

Coach Jackson rolled onto his side, avoiding the mess he had shot in the middle of the bed.

“Beats me, Williams.” Coach Jackson panted.

“Why don’t you go in the kitchen and make us some eggs?” Brad said, patting his shoulder.

“I’m not your fucking butler, kid. Make them yourself.” Coach Jackson sighed, still riding the high from the load he had shot.

“Oh, That’s right, you’re just here to supply the pussy.” Brad gloated, swirling a finger in some of his load that was still running out of his coach’s hole.

Coach Jackson smirked at the gall this kid had. “If you’re hungry, go into the kitchen and make it yourself. Go see if there’s anything in the cooler. I brought it from the car.”

Brad rolled his eyes and got out of bed, not even bothering to put any underwear on. He liked the idea of walking around Coach Jackson’s family cabin with his big dick out reminding Coach Jackson he could have his ass anytime he wanted.

Coach Jackson crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back on the pillow, completely satiated by the load he had just shot. His athlete returned 30 seconds later.

“There’s no food in the cooler.” He announced, sitting back in bed. “We’ll need to go into town.”

“Yeah, I guess we will.” Coach Jackson sighed.

“How far away is the nearest store?” Brad asked.

“About 40 miles.” Coach Jackson answered.

“Oh. . . Should we go now?”

“We could . . .” Coach Jackson said, thinking. “Or we could just fuck until it’s time for lunch and then go.” He grinned, spreading his legs for his athlete to get a good look at his cum-slicked hole.

“I guess I can wait til lunch.” Brad grinned back, positioning himself at his coach’s hole for the second time in 20 minutes.

As Saturday night came around Mr. Williams and I were relaxing in the pool after a long, wonderful day. I had lost count of how many times I had mounted him since this morning. We just couldn’t get enough of each other. And here we were now letting the cool water envelop us as we talked about life. Before too long he slowly made his way over to me and started making out with me.

“Man, Mr. Williams you’re wearing me out!” I laughed as he pinned me to the side of the pool.

“What can I say, Ollie? You bring out the horny teenager in me again.” He grinned, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.

“I think I’m going to need some time to recover from 15 minutes ago, Mr. Williams.” I said as he grabbed my cock.

He frowned, disappointed.

“Why don’t you turn around and I’ll eat your ass?” I grinned, grabbing his ass and squeezing it hard.

“That’ll work, stud.” He grinned back and kissed me again.

I guided him to the pool steps and he knelt down with his ass peaking above the water, looking so inviting.

I marveled at his huge, white cheeks and played with them, not believing that a man this sexy would let me have my way with him. Just as I was hoping for, when I spread his cheeks to reveal his winking hole I could see some of my cum starting to leak out. Oh, this was going to be fun. I dipped my tongue into it and brought some of it to his mouth.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” He moaned at the idea. “Keep it coming, stud. I know you blew a lot in me.” He relished the feeling of my cum on his lips.

As I continued to eat my load from Mr. Williams’s ass I couldn’t help but wonder what Brad and Coach Jackson were up to.

Sure enough, about 300 miles away his son was finding himself in a pretty similar situation with his burly coach.

“Come on, Williams, eat my ass.” Coach Jackson commanded as he pushed his athlete’s head up against his muscle ass. “You made a mess up there, didn’t you Williams? Yeah, you made a mess and now your big Coach here is making you clean it up. Goddamn, that’s good.”

Brad looked up from between Coach Jackson’s legs, cum dripping down his face from the good job he was doing licking his own load up from Coach Jackson’s ass.

“Quit your tough talk, old man.” He said, spanking his coach hard. “The only reason your slutty ass needs to be cleaned out is because you begged me to shove my big cock in there in the first place.”

Coach Jackson laughed it off and flexed his giant muscles. “That’s because dumb big dicked jocks like you are only good for one thing, Williams. Trust me, I used to be one of you.”

“Maybe you used to be, but not anymore.” Brad replied, stretching the massive muscle cheeks apart to coax more of the load he had shot into his coach’s ass to run down onto his tongue. “No, you live to get fucked now, Coach.”

Coach Jackson ignored him.

“Isn’t that right, Coach?” Brad asked, slapping his fat dick at his coach’s hole.

Coach Jackson winked his hole enticingly.

“All I have to do is tap against your muscle ass with my cock.” Brad said, smacking his cock menacingly against his coach’s ass. “And those legs of yours just spring open for me.”

He pressed the head of his cock at his coach’s hole and teased him a bit, letting it pop in and out of his pucker.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it Coach?” Brad taunted. “You want this dumb, big dicked jock of yours to shove his big jock dick in your cunt, Coach?”

Coach Jackson whimpered, his hole contracting on the head of his athlete’s cock.

“Say it, Coach.” Brad commanded, looking his giant coach in the eyes.

“Just do it, Williams.” Coach Jackson mumbled.

“Nah ah.” Brad shook his head. “I want you to admit you’re a little slut for my big jock cock. I want you to admit you’d do just about anything to get just another chance at bending over for my big jock cock.”

“Fuck, Williams.” Coach Jackson groaned, conflicted.

“All you have to do is say it, Coach, and it’s yours.” Brad taunted, running his thick cock up and down his coach’s ass crack.

“I want it, Williams.” Coach Jackson sighed, defeated.

“You want what, Coach?” Brad asked, pulling his coach’s head up so their mouths were centimeters apart.

“I want you to fuck me with your big jock cock, Williams.” Coach Jackson groaned.

Brad sank his entire dick into his coach in one push, with no resistance from the burly Coach Jackson. There was enough cum still in his hole to ease its entry.

“Now was that so hard?” Brad asked cockily as he pummeled his coach.

“God I love that big dick, Williams.” Coach Jackson moaned.

“Yeah, I may be just a dumb big dicked jock to you, Coach, but I can fuck the best of them, can’t I?” Brad asked, slamming down into him.

“Fuck yeah, you’re the best, Williams.” Coach Jackson moaned.

“That’s right, Coach. Give it up. Let this dumb, big dicked jock have your ass.” Brad taunted.

“It’s all yours, Williams.” Coach Jackson whimpered.

“Big, burly Dan Jackson” Brad gloated, running his hands across his coach’s beefy pecs. “Couldn’t be easier to get him open those legs for me.”

Coach Jackson groaned as his athlete railed into him.

“All it takes is one look at my big cock and he wants it bad.” Brad said. “Yeah, you like getting fucked, Coach Jackson?”

“Only by you, Williams.” Coach Jackson grunted.

“That’s right, Coach. You keep your legs closed for all of those jocks that want in this tight muscle ass but you just love giving it up for me.”

“Fuck yeah, I do, Williams. Right there!” Coach Jackson groaned.

“When we get home are you going to put out for your number 1 stud or are you going to play hard to get again?” Brad asked, pinching his coach’s giant nipples.

“Any time you want it, kid.” Coach Jackson huffed.

“Yeah? You’ll give me your ass any time I want it, Coach?”

“Any time you want it.”

“And why is that, Coach?”

“Oh fuck!” Coach Jackson moaned as his athlete lodged his big dick up against his pulsing prostate. “Because I need that cock, Williams.”

“Say it again.”

“I need that fucking jock cock, Williams!” Coach Jackson bellowed as his beer can cock erupted, drenching his chest.

“Look at that.” Brad gloated, swirling it around. “You can’t help but blow your wad while my big dick is in your cunt, Coach. I know all your spots.”

“Fuck yeah you do, Williams.” Coach Jackson whimpered.

“Tell me Coach, was it hard giving it up to me and becoming my cum dump or do you get off on it?”

“Both.” Coach Jackson grunted, still riding out his high.

“Good answer.” Brad smirked. “Why do you get off so much on me taking your ass, Coach?”

“Because the dick is too good, Williams.”

“The dick is too good?” Brad laughed, going for his own nut now. “At least you’re honest.”

Brad hammered into his superior as he ascended into his own climax. Not before Coach Jackson’s beer can cock belched out another load first, however.

“Absolutely shameless.” Brad gloated, slapping Coach Jackson’s cock around. “Couldn’t help but blow another load. My big cock just rubbed your pussy too good, huh, Coach?”

By now Coach Jackson was in another world.

Brad laughed to himself at how easy it was to get this man off and he slowly withdrew his cock from his coach’s hole.

“Alright, Coach.” Brad said, patting his burly coach’s stomach. “You can only distract me with your ass for so long. What do you say we head into town and stock up?”

Coach Jackson sighed and reached over to the bedside table and threw him his keys. “Fine, kid. But you’re driving. I’m still fuck-drunk.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Brad smirked, catching them and throwing his coach a fresh pair of underwear.

By the time Sunday morning came around the two insatiable Williams men had spread enough Williams DNA over the state of California that they could have populated a small city. That is, if the Williams seed hadn’t been exclusively shot all over the bed sheets, walls, floors, and pool of the Williams home and deep within the confines of Head of Athletics Department Dan Jackson’s ass. But even still, when Dan Jackson opened his eyes to greet Sunday morning and saw his athlete’s cock standing proudly in his deep sleep he couldn’t wait to sit on that fat jock dick yet again.

He brought a finger to his own hole to make sure he was still good and lubed up from the night before (silly Coach) and positioned himself quietly over his athlete as he sat down on that thick cock.

“Mmmm” Coach Jackson moaned as he rode his athlete.

Brad Williams began to stir. “Come on, Coach, didn’t you get enough last night?” He said, groggily but instinctively grabbing his coach’s meaty ass cheeks pushing him down harder on his cock.

“I’m feeling charitable.” Coach Jackson grunted, his own rock hard beer can cock slapping loudly against his abs as he sank down on his athlete’s cock. “I figured I might as well let you drain your balls into me before we hit the road. You know it might not be as easy to get me to put out when we get home.”

“That’s complete bullshit and you know it, Coach.” Brad smirked. “If you wanted another ride just admit it. You know as well as I do all I have to do is look at you and you’ll put out for me. It couldn’t be easier to get you to give it up for me.”

Coach Jackson ignored him, finding the perfect angle for his prostate to get hit just right.

“I have options you know.” Brad said, pinching his coach’s giant nipples possessively. “There are plenty of people who would bend over for me if I wanted it. And they’d thank me after I fucked the cum out of them. You, on the other hand. If you have an itch you need scratched, and trust me, you’ll want it scratched, you know I’m the only one who can scratch it just right.”

“Mmmff” Coach Jackson groaned as Brad started fucking him hard.

“Sure, you may think you have options.” Brad continued, biting his coach’s nipple. Coach Jackson winced and jacked himself off even harder. “You may even get desperate enough to let someone else have your hole. I can’t stop you from doing that. But you know I’m the only person who will ever truly possess you.”

“Oh fuck.” Coach Jackson groaned as he felt his athlete’s cock pound relentlessly into his prostate.

“I’m the only one who will every truly own your ass.”

“Fuck, Williams.” Coach Jackson said through gritted teeth he shot all over his chest.

“I’m the only one who can fuck the cum out of you like this.” Brad said, going for his own nut now.

“You can keep up the tough guy act all you want, Coach. I get off on it. It just makes me want to fuck you that much more.” Brad sank his cock as deep as it would go and planted his seed inside of his burly coach.

“You feel that, Coach?” Brad said as he continued shooting. “That’s me owning your ass. That’s me taking what’s mine.”

Coach Jackson panted as his own cum was running down his chest.

“So you can play hard to get all you want. But we both know if I want your ass you’ll gladly give it to me. With a big satiated smile on your face like there is now.”

“And besidesÉ” He added. “I get off on the chase.” He patted his coach’s face cockily as he withdrew his cock.

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Back in Sacramento Mr. Williams and I had finished cleaning the house and we collapsed exhausted in bed.

“What time is Brad coming back?” I asked him, resting my hand in his.

“He said there’d be no service where he and his friends were staying but he said he probably wouldn’t be back til later tonight. But Claire should be back anytime now.” He said with a hint of sorrow in his eyes. I knew what he meant. He loved his wife. And he adored his son. But I knew this weekend had been special to him.

“So I guess that means no more funny business?” I laughed.

“If we hadn’t already changed the sheets.” He said, looking down at his freshly made bed. “We can put a towel down.” He grinned.

“I like the way you think.” I replied, getting up and grabbing a towel from the closet and throwing it across the bed.

“Keep your ears open. We need to be careful.” He said, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing me.

“One last hoorah.” I said sentimentally as I grabbed his ass.

“Until tomorrow night as usual.” He grinned.

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Brad and Coach Jackson sat on the dock watching the sun set over the lake. Coach Jackson had a beer in his hand and Brad had a Sprite. Of all the things Coach Jackson allowed his athlete to do, supplying alcohol to an 18 year old wasn’t something he was willing to do. Brad decided not to put up a fight on this one.

“You know something, Williams.” Coach Jackson said, taking a sip from his beer. “I know we give each other shit. It’s just what we do. But I say we had a pretty good time this weekend.” His big, muscly arm flexed as he brought his beer up to take another sip, his chest muscles highlighted menacingly.

“I’ll say.” Brad replied, taking a sip from his soda. “But don’t get too sentimental on me, Coach. I’ll still find time to fuck you when we’re back home.”

Coach Jackson laughed and kicked the cocky athlete playfully with his foot and then stood up, stretching. “I think it’s time we hit the road, Williams. Good thing we packed the car when we still had daylight.”

He extended his beefy paw out to his athlete to help him up. Brad took it and hopped up.

“One last thing before we go, Williams.” Coach Jackson said, looking his athlete in the eyes, sizing him up.

Coach Jackson gave a cocky smirk and pushed his athlete back, sending him straight into the water.

“What the-!” Brad shouted, breaking out of the water.

“Look at you!” Coach Jackson howled with laughter. “You’re fucking soaked, man!” He laughed, slapping his knees.

“Oh you’re going to get it, Coach.” Brad yelled, trying not to laugh as he hoisted himself up onto the dock.

“Yeah? What are you going to do, tough guy?” Coach Jackson taunted him, pulling down his swim trunks slowly so two meaty ass cheeks came into view.

“On your knees, Coach.” Brad commanded, wiping his hair back.

“Make it count, Williams. It’s the last shot at my ass you’ll get from our little deal we had. If you want me to put out from now on you’re going to have to earn it.” Coach Jackson grinned, getting down onto his knees and presenting his hole to his vengeful athlete.

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“What up, fam!” Brad called out as he entered the Williams home at 9:30 that night. “Brad? Is that you?” Mr. Williams called back from inside the kitchen. “Welcome home, son!” Mr. Williams beamed, embracing his son in a big bear hug when Brad walked into the kitchen, setting his bag down on the table.

“Hey man.” I said to him, patting him on the back after he and his father finished their hug.

“I heard about the game, honey! I called your dad after each quarter. My whole firm was wanting to know the scores. I’m so proud of you!” Kate said excitedly.

“Thanks Mom. Wish you could have been there but I know how much you wanted to be there.” Brad said warmly.

“What’s with your hair?” I chuckled, playing with a cowlick that graced the handsome head of the otherwise perpetually well-groomed football star.

“One of the guys decided to grow a pair and pushed me into the lake right as we were leaving.” Brad replied, his stare honing in on me.

“Wow, no kidding . . And did you. . . Get even with him?” I questioned cryptically.

“I think he knows who’s on top. I got even with him. Twice.”

I rolled my eyes and ruffled his hair some more as he took a bite of leftover hamburger from earlier that night.

“So what were you two nerds up to?” Brad asked, looking at Mr. Williams and me.

“Oh you know.” Mr. Williams shrugged. “We just did our thing. It was a pretty quiet weekend. I cleaned the house and did lots of laundry.” He added, a twinkle in his eye.

“Wow, Dad. Don’t blow us away with too much suspense.” Brad laughed.

“Your old man does okay, son.” Mr. Williams said, giving his son a pat on the back.

“If my life ever gets that boring, kill me.” Brad whispered to me as his parents started going up to bed.

I had been expecting this huge change in Brad but over the next week or so things were oddly back to normal. From the way Brad talked about his weekend with Coach Jackson it was clear they had fun. A lot of fun. But that was all it was. These guys weren’t in love. They were using each other to get off. It was completely different from what I had with Mr. Williams. It seems silly that I ever thought we would have the same type of relationship.

I noticed Brad was becoming an even better athlete than before. I suppose most other football stars would stop trying to up their game when they had conquered their superior like Brad had done with Coach Jackson but it seemed to only make Brad want to play better. When Brad messed up on the field Coach Jackson was right there to chew him out about it. When Brad fucked up Coach Jackson told him he fucked up. I couldn’t imagine the dynamic that encompassed whatever thing they had going on but it certainly was not interfering with the team.

It was also getting more and more difficult internally to keep this huge secret from Brad that his own father was sneaking into my room every single night to get fucked. In a way I felt like because I was so close with Brad I was betraying him. I know the way his mind works. He sees me as a fellow alpha. Not only would it turn his whole world upside down to find out his father was into dudes, but the fact that his father was an unabashed bottom would just not compute with Brad. I wish he didn’t see it that way, but I know he does.

We were sitting in my room playing video games one Saturday morning. Brad comes in here whenever he’s bored and we talk about life in general, which always seems to lead to our conquests.

“You still fucking that older dude?” Brad asked bluntly as he was sawing a zombie in half, not even blinking.

I hesitated for a second. “It’s kind of off and on.” I lied, hoping he didn’t pry.

“Yeah? I know how it is. But they always come back for more dick.” He grinned proudly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

I sat there, trying to figure out how to reply, but he started talking again. “Dude, I don’t know why you won’t just tell me who he is or how it all started. We’re brothers. It’s not like I hold anything back when I tell you about whenever I get laid.”

“Yeah, and maybe you shouldn’t be so forthcoming.” I laughed, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Whatever, dude. It’s cool if you want to keep things private.”

“Thanks, man. And I don’t want it to hurt your feelings that I’m keeping it to myself. It’s just. . . . It’s complicated.”

“Look, I get it, Ollie. I just want you to know that you can trust me. But if you know in your gut that you should keep it to yourself then that’s what you need to do.”

Brad Williams really surprises me sometimes. Sure, 99% of the time he’s the stereotypical jock who just thinks with dick and where he’s going to blow his next load, but then he’ll show a surprising amount of maturity when it counts.

That night Mr. Williams had his head resting on my shoulder as we talked. We had just finished an exceptionally good fuck session and we were enjoying coming down from our highs.

“Mike?” I said quietly.

He looked up at me, questioningly, as I so rarely ever address him by his first name.

“Do you ever think about what would happen if Brad found out about us?”

He sighed and I could feel his chest hair grazing my arm. “I think about it all the time.” He said after a while. “It’d be one thing to have Kate find out. But in some strange way I feel like it would be even worse for Brad to find out.”

That made me feel sad. Some weird part of me was just hoping Brad would find out and just immediately be happy for us but I knew that wasn’t really realistic.

“You don’t have to worry about the gay thing.” I said, trying to find the right words to say. “He’s a really tolerant guy when it comes to that stuff.”

“I know that. I raised a really great son. I’m not worried about that. It just seems like a betrayal.”

“I know what you mean.” I sighed.

“I never thought this would be me. . .” He said sadly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“This. This whole sneaking around on my wife and hiding from my son. I thought I was better than that.”

“You know it’s not like that, Mr. Williams.”

“I know it’s not so black and white.” He said, easing a little. “I just wish there was just some magic solution where you and I were happy, and Kate was happy, and Brad was happy.”

“And I could still fuck you every night?” I laughed, patting his chest.

“And you could still fuck me every night, yes.” He laughed, holding me tight.

We stared at the ceiling for a while as we thought.

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave, Ollie.” He mused, pensively.

“I do know one thing, Mr. Williams.” I said, looking at him.

“What’s that, Ollie?” He asked.

“I love this man.” I said, kissing him softly.

“Me too, Ollie.” He said, running his hand along my back. “I may not like having to sneak around and lie. But I can’t go back to the way things were. You’re worth it.”

His watch gave a quick beep and we sighed. He leaned over and kissed me and then got up to start putting his underwear and robe back on to make his way back to his own bed.

He waved goodbye as he quietly opened my door and stepped out into the dark. I laid my hand in the warmth where he had been next to me, feeling as it began to grow cold. Mr. Williams was right about one thing. What we have wasn’t perfect, but it’s sure worth fighting for.

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