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                                    Chapter 10

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.


            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.

                                                Chapter 11

            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 Kate 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.



            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.


            “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.

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. “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 was sure worth fighting for.

                                                Chapter 12

“That’s it, men. I’m letting you all out early today.” He bellowed, the rest of the guys on the team sighing with relief.  “Put it to good use, will you? Sanders, learn how to fucking walk for Christ’s sake. The rest of us perfected it when we were still shitting in diapers. Williams, in my office.” He added, walking back to the gym.

Brad gave me a look as we followed the team back to the locker room.

“I know what that means. . .” I said, rolling my eyes and playfully shoving him.

“Yeah, Coach Jackson wants it bad. I could tell he’s in heat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me the whole practice.” Brad gloated, absentmindedly rubbing his crotch.

“Yeah yeah, enjoy your booty call, Casanova.” I said, used to my host-brother’s antics. “Although, if you could fuck him extra hard for that time he called me out in front of the whole team after that fumble I’d appreciate it.”

“You got it, man. Not that he’ll see it as a punishment.” Brad replied.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Fuck him extra slow then.” I laughed.

“Coach likes a good slow fuck, too, man. Says it rubs his pussy just right when I take my time. It makes his dick start dripping like you wouldn’t believe.”

 “Alright fine, just fuck him and stop talking to me.” I laughed, slapping his butt to give him my blessing. “Go forth and multiply.”

“I don’t know, man. I’ve been fucking Coach Jackson for months now. If that guy hasn’t gotten knocked up by now I think it’s safe to say we’re in the clear.”

“Either that or you’re firing blanks. . .” I replied.

“Whatever.” He said, giving me a playful nudge. “See you at home after a few rounds with Coach?”

“Yeah, see you at home.” I said, locking up my locker.

“Don’t let me have all the fun, man. Go fuck that mystery dude you showed me on your phone. Don’t be modest and pretend I’m the only one getting any ass around here.”

I pictured Brad’s own father bent over the kitchen counter as I loaded his ass. Maybe after that I’d take him back to his bedroom and fuck him in his bed while we have the opportunity. “You know what, Brad? I think I will. Thanks for the inspiration.”

“There you go, buddy.” Brad smiled, approvingly. “Gotta keep our men happy, don’t we?”


Brad waited a few minutes for the rest of the guys to clear out of the locker room before making his way over to Coach Jackson’s office. It’s amazing how intimidated he used to feel when he would knock on this office door. Funny how things change.

“Hey Coach, I’ve got some time, so get ready to-“ He began as he opened the door before noticing he and Coach Jackson weren’t alone.

“Williams!” Coach Jackson interrupted, frantically, giving his athlete a telling stare. “Allow me to introduce one of the best head recruiters on the Western Coast. Every year he has me submit one name to him that I think he’d be interested in playing for state and he’s had his eye on you for some time now.” The man nodded. “He also happens to be my father. Brad Williams, Bart Jackson.”

The color fled from Brad’s face. Immediately he recovered once he told himself that he was meeting just another recruiter, and not, in fact, the father of the man he was fucking. “Pleased to meet you, sir. It’s an honor.” Brad said, extending a hand.

“And to you, son.” Bart Jackson smiled. The resemblance was uncanny. While Bart was certainly tall his hulk of a son had him beat by a few inches, however. But it was clear that men in the Jackson clan were just big in general. “My wife Martha and I have really been impressed by your precision and stamina on the field. You’ve got quite the gift there, Brad Williams.”

 His wife stepped out from behind him and smiled.

“Thank you sir. I really hope I can make it to state. It’d be a real honor, sir.” Brad said respectfully.

“You keep commanding the field like that and we’ll make it happen, young man.” He replied. “I’ve seen a lot of great athlete’s in my years but not since my own boy Daniel here have I seen such raw, natural talent.”

Coach Jackson blushed, sitting at his desk, his giant arms folded across his chest.

 “It was a real pleasure to meet you.” Martha smiled, making her way to the door.  “Daniel Marvin, will you be sure to stop and get some tomatoes on your way home? I’m making Italian.”

“Of course, Mother.” Coach Jackson said, kissing his mother on the cheek.

“Do you know how to feel them, dear? You have to feel for the fresh ones and they-“

“Yes, mother.” Coach Jackson said, trying to remain polite. “I know how to buy tomatoes.”

“I’ll need them right away, so you be sure to hurry, alright? They need to boil for a spell.”

“Yes, Mother.” Coach Jackson repeated.

“Thank you again, sir.” Brad said, shaking Coach Jackson’s father’s hand as he followed is wife out of the office.

The second the door shut Coach Jackson sighed and cupped his face in his hands, exhaustedly.

“Don’t you think it’s a little soon for us to be meeting the parents, Coach?” Brad laughed, folding his arms.

“If I had known they were coming in. . .” Coach Jackson shook his head, horrified.

“It’s okay, Coach. I’m just glad I managed to show up without my dick hanging out of my shorts. What in the world were you thinking not giving me a head’s up?” Brad asked.

“What was I supposed to do, Williams? Blow my whistle and yell, “Hey Team, head into the showers, but Williams, you can’t fuck me today because my parents are waiting in my office where we usually have sex.”?

“I guess I see your point.” Brad said, heading to the door.

“Where are you going, Williams? My folks are gone so you can still fuck me.” Coach Jackson said, getting up from his desk and starting to remove his shirt.

“Martha needs her tomatoes, remember. . .  Daniel Marvin?” Brad grinned.

“Fuck off, Williams.” Coach Jackson said, rolling his eyes and waving his athlete away.


            Back at home at the Williams house I was going for my second nut while I had just fucked out a third from Mr. Williams in his bed.

“God damn, Ollie, I couldn’t hold it any longer.” He panted underneath me as I slammed into his ass.

I gave an audible grunt as I began to shoot into his ass as he held me close to him. He leaned back to kiss me when we heard the front door slam.

We instantly froze. I could feel my balls jumping as they continued to pump out more and more of my seed into Mr. Williams while we listened.

“Maybe it was just the mail or something.” Mr. Williams said, relieved as he started making out with me again while he was still fully impaled on my cock.

Then we heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Ollie? Where are you, buddy?” Brad called as he headed up to the same floor where my big, black cock was buried 10 inches up his father’s ass.

“Shit!” Mr. Williams yelled under his breath as he pulled himself off of my cock. I pulled the covers up to my neck while Mr. Williams started to hide on the other side of the mattress when we both realized at the exact same time that it wasn’t going to work if Brad found me naked in his father’s bed, regardless of how well we tried to cover it up. With the athletic force I’ve yet to exert on the field ever before, I leapt out of bed and jumped into the closet. Mr. Williams closed the door over me immediately just as Brad opened the door to his Dad’s bedroom.

“Hey Dad, do you know where Oll- Whoa!” Brad stopped himself as he saw his Dad standing there fully naked, covering himself with only his hands.

“Just caught me changing after a good work out, son. What’s up?” Mr. Williams said smoothly.

“Sorry, Dad. I was just wondering where Ollie was.” Brad said, apparently buying it.

“He’s not in his room?” Mr. Williams replied.

I panicked. Mr. Williams had his back to me and Brad was right in front of the door. Very slowly I could see cum rolling down Mr. Williams’ leg from the loads I had shot into him moments ago. Mr. Williams gulped as he felt it slowly running down, quickly saying, “Well you’re not going to find him in here, are you son?”

“Yeah, I’ll try his room again. He didn’t answer when I called.” Brad said, turning to leave. My heart was pounding. The cum running down his leg was now seeping into the carpet.

I sighed my head in relief as Brad turned away and opened the door before he turned back to his father. “Looking good, Dad. Not bad for a guy in his 50’s.” Brad complimented his father.

“I’m in my 40’s, son.” Mr. Williams replied, shaking his head.

I just about lost it. Who cares how old he thinks you are, Mike, let him think you’re 400! Just get him the fuck out!

“Sorry, my mistake, Dad.” Brad laughed. “What’s for dinner?”

“Oh, you know. Prune juice and mashed potatoes. Helps with the dentures and the ol’ ticker. You young whipper snappers better appreciate it while it lasts.”

“Alright, point taken. Sorry, Dad.” Brad laughed, turning to leave.

“Dinner’s at 4:30!” Mr. Williams called out in his best ‘old man’ voice.

“I got it, Dad. You’re not old! I take it back!” Brad called back.

“Don’t you forget it, sonny boy!”

I heard Brad’s heavy footsteps going up to the third floor. Mr. Williams and I both sighed heavily. He slipped a pair of underwear on and made his way to the closet.

“What the hell was that?” I said, emerging.

“I don’t know, I panicked. I kept thinking he was going to see YOUR cum running down my leg.”

“So what, were you going to pull out puppets next or something?” I replied.

“I don’t know, Ollie. I just know we were seconds away from my son catching us in bed with your cock up my ass and 3 loads from me splattered on the sheets. But he didn’t.”

“We have got to be more careful.” I sighed, shaking my head, my heart still pounding.

“That was a close one.” He said, sitting down on the bed. “But hey, I at least found out one thing. Brad thinks his old man is still looking good.” He grinned, proudly, running his hands on his body and flexing.

“For a guy in his 50’s.” I laughed, finally relaxing a little.

“You young kids don’t have any respect!” He laughed, leaning over to kiss me.

“I’ll work on it.” I said, kissing him and getting up to leave. “But your son is looking for me and I need to be found, eventually.”

“Thanks for this afternoon, Ollie. It was great.” He winked. “But I think I’ve got some laundry to do.” He nodded to the sheets that he had shot 3 loads onto.

“Sorry about that, Mr. Williams.” I said, blushing.

“Well I’m not. It was totally worth it.” He replied, smiling.

“Incidentally, what is for dinner tonight?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I’m really starting to get the feel for mashed potatoes.” He said. “Maybe I’ll grill some steaks.”

“No prune juice?” I laughed.

“I think I’ve got a couple good years left in me before I need to start that shit.” He smiled.

“Yeah, maybe 1 or 2.” I laughed. “Will I see you tonight?” I asked, as I opened the door to leave.

“Have I ever stood you up once?” He said.

“See you then.” I smiled.

“Looking forward to it.” He smiled back.


Over the weekend Brad, Kate, and Mr. Williams were out running errands one afternoon when I heard the doorbell ring. I had decided to stay home and read. Being the only one home I made my way downstairs and opened the door to find a surprising sight. Coach Jackson was standing there in the doorway. He was wearing regular civilian clothes for once instead of his usual tight wind shorts and t-shirt. He looked handsome and dignified.

“Hey there, Olujimi. Is Williams home?” Coach said, awkwardly. I guess he had forgotten to make the connection that one of his other athletes might have answered the door instead of Brad. He knew I lived with the Williams family but he still seemed surprised to see me at first.

“Hey Coach. Brad’s not here right now, sorry. Want me to give him a message?”

Coach Jackson furrowed his brow as he thought. I could see the gears working in his head. I think he was trying to gauge whether I knew about his “extracurricular” relationship with Brad or not. I decided not to push anything. I didn’t want to out him if he wasn’t comfortable.

He shifted in his stance and subconsciously readjusted his bulge in his pants before catching himself and keeping his arms at his sides. “Any idea when he might be home?” Man, this guy needed it.

“I think he might be back in a half an hour or so.”

“I see. . .” Coach Jackson said slowly.

“Do you want to wait inside, Coach?” I asked him.

Coach Jackson thought for a second, trying to find the right words. He absentmindedly readjusted his bulge a second time. Sweat was starting to form at his brow.

“You could wait for him in his room. . . If you’d like.” I said, hoping I didn’t cross any line.

“I think that might be best.” Coach Jackson said, stepping across the doorway. “I. .  . We. . . He’ll know what it’s about.”

“I get it, Coach.” I said, as we stared at each other. We both knew the other understood but it would remain unsaid.

We began to make our way upstairs .“You know, Mr. Williams has been bugging his wife and I to see this exhibit on reptiles downtown with him since forever. Brad has no interest in seeing it. I think I’ll take them down to see it this afternoon and you and Brad can have the house to yourselves to do whatever you need to do. Probably a couple hours.”

Coach Jackson looked at me, gratefully. “Thanks, Olujimi.” He said, patting me on the shoulder with a strong arm. “My folks are staying with me and I just. . . needed to get away for a few hours.”

“I understand, Coach.” I said. We arrived at Brad’s room and I opened the door for him. “Tell Brad he owes me. Big time.”

“You got it.” Coach Jackson smiled. He sat down on Brad’s bed and tapped his foot nervously on the carpet. “You said you’d be gone for a few hours?”

“A couple hours, yeah.” I answered.

“Like 2 hours or. . .?” He asked, trying not to sound too desperate.

“How about I call Brad from the gift shop right as we’re about to leave. You know, in case he wanted something.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Olujimi.” Coach Jackson smiled, gratefully. “Have fun.”

“You too.” I said shaking my head as I closed the door.  For the first time ever here in America, the hulking Head of Athletics Department Coach Dan Jackson didn’t seem so scary after all.


“Well well well. . .” Brad said as he opened the door to his room and walked in to find his burly Coach sitting on his bed, a bundle of nervous energy. “Ollie said I should thank him later but I sure didn’t know for what.” Brad continued, eyeing his coach up and down.

            “My folks are driving me crazy at my place. I didn’t know where else to go.” Coach Jackson grunted, hating the way his athlete was getting off on this.

            Brad crossed his arms and looked down at his coach from his standing position. “I’m surprised you outed yourself to my brother. You must be needing it bad, coach.”

            “Just what makes you think I’m going to put out for you, Williams?” Coach Jackson retorted, hotly. “Who says I didn’t come over here to teach you how to pass a fucking ball and not fuck it up like you did at practice?”

            “So you’re telling me you’re not leaving this house with a few of my loads dripping out of your ass?” Brad countered, staring his coach down.

            Coach Jackson said nothing.

            “You might have been more convincing if your dick hadn’t shot up the moment I walked in and it hasn’t gone down for the minute and a half you and I have been talking.” Brad added, pointing at the obscene erection making its way down his coach’s left leg.

            Coach Jackson thought about covering it up, feeling so exposed, but instead he just spread his legs wider, letting his athlete get a good look at his big dick. He was letting his athlete size him up like a man.

            “You know, I like the professional look, Coach.” Brad said, pointing at Coach Jackson’s unusually nice clothing. “It’ll be a nice change of scenery fucking you with this on and not those slutty little wind shorts you usually prance around in.”

            Coach Jackson’s big dick gave a jolt.

            “Man, I must be a fantastic lay if a tough guy like you is willing to swallow his pride and come over here to my house on a Saturday just get me to fuck you.”

            “You think I’d put up with your shit if you weren’t, Williams?” Coach Jackson replied, grinning for the first time.

            “Well alright, Coach.” Brad said as he threw off his shirt. “I guess I can help you out. Now come get what you came here for.”





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