As my son moved on from high school varsity football to talking to coaches at different universities, I was there to help him make the right choice. So naturally I had to accompany Steven on several college visits; this is what happened on one of them.

This particular school had a general presentation in the morning, then we met with the head football coach, who took us over to the athletics building. There were only a few potential students there for the football program that weekend, and my son was the only one destined for the offensive line. When we got to the gym, the other coaches all came out and picked up their recruits. The offensive line coach was a dream - a big solid bear of a man, probably only in his early 30's, but hairy from head to toe as far as I could tell, and not an ounce of flab on him. He was also drenched in sweat - as we found out, just back from a run, and didn't have chance to shower before we got there. Both his t-shirt and athletic shorts were wet.

"Sorry for showing up like this," he said. "I guess time just got away from me. I'm Coach Al, the offensive line coach."

My son and I introduced ourselves, and Coach Al said, "Yes, I know - I'm not likely to forget a boy as big as you," smiling at Steven.

"I'm pretty proud of him," I said, and I am - he's 6'6", 290 lbs, and strong as an ox.

Coach Al showed us around the facility, and we ended up in the weight room. He motioned for one of the guys lifting weights to come over. "Eric, this is Steven, and we're hoping he will come play ball with us in the fall. Why don't you and some of the other linemen show him around, and then meet me back here at about noon, and we'll all go to lunch."

So I was left alone with this big stud of a man, who led me into his office. The facility was new, and his office was very nice: spacious, a nice desk in the center of the room, a leather couch and chairs off to the right, and his own personal dressing area and shower off to the left.

"Wow, they really know how to take care of you guys here, don't they?"

"Yes, they do. They are really trying to make this a big-time football program, which is why we are handing out such nice scholarship packages to the boys we really want."

"That's great," I said. "So why don't you tell me more about that?"

"OK," he replied, "but do you mind if I shower?"

"Oh, OK, no problem. Should I wait outside?"

"No, no, no; I've got a bench there in the dressing area, you can just sit there and we can talk while I'm showering, if that's OK with you."

My jaw just about hit my chest! "Sure, that's fine with me," I said, trying my best not to break out into a huge grin!

He locked the door behind us, and led me to the dressing area, which was not as spacious as the rest of the office; it was really just enough room for one person. Still, I sat on the bench, and he stood not two feet in front of me and started to strip! He took off his shirt first, revealing a fur-covered chest, belly, and back. And of course, he had that sexy patch of hair above his ass crack...

He pulled off his shoes and socks, unzipped his shorts, and let them drop around his ankles. He was talking to me about the football program as he was doing all of this, but of course I didn't hear a word he said!

All he had left on now was a jockstrap, and man, did he fill it out nicely. I couldn't help but stare at his package, and when I realized he had stopped talking, I looked up, and he was grinning at me.

"Um, yeah, so it sounds like a great package - I mean program," I stammered, and he just grinned even wider. He hooked his thumbs into his jockstrap, and pulled it down slowly, revealing as perfect a set of dick and balls as I'd ever seen. His cock was easily 6" long flaccid, and his balls were worthy of any bull. He reached over and turned on the shower, and stepped in after a few seconds. The stall was deeper than it was wide, so there was no need for a shower curtain. He started soaping up, and continued to talk to me about the football program.

All I could do was stare at his hot body, especially his cock and balls, which he started soaping up right away. I murmered some replies to his comments, but we were both pretty much focused on his dick after a minute or two. It had already started to grow, and my cock was doing the same inside my dockers. He fell silent as he washed the rest of his hot body, making sure that I got to see him lather up his hairy chest and belly; he bent over with his hot hairy ass toward me as he soaped up his cheeks, his crack, and played with his big, hairy, low-hanging balls.

As he stood up and turned around, I saw that his cock was now at full attention, and it was easily 8" long, and (most importantly) nice and thick, with a well defined head, and veined all along the shaft. After his rinsed off, he turned off the water, stepped out in front of me, grabbed a towel, and started drying his hair.

Impulsively, I dropped to my knees in front of him, cupped his big balls in one hand, a nipple in the other, and took his beautiful cock head in my mouth. He let the towel fall to the floor, and grabbed my head in both of his hands.

"Oh yeah, suck that big dick, daddy," he groaned.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," was all I could get out... his cock was so big, I had to really stretch my mouth to get around it. I slid back along his shaft, and ran my tongue all the way down the bottom of his shaft to his huge balls. I really get off on big balls, and I knew was dripping precum inside my Dockers as I took each one of his massive testicles into my mouth.

"Oh God, oh yeah, suck my balls," he moaned.

I worked my way back up his meatpole to the head, and licked the spot just below his cum-hole, till his cock seemed like it would explode, it was so hard and throbbing.

And then the most unexpected thing happened.

He pulled me up, kissed me long and hard, and said, "I want to suck your cock."

Who was I to say no to a man like this?

He turned me around, sat on the bench, and freed my cock from my dockers. He was gentle, licking my cock head all around, before taking it in his mouth. He moaned deep in his throat as he sucked my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, fondling my balls and my nipples as he went down on me.

As hot as I was for him, I had the feeling he'd never had a guy cum in his mouth, and I didn't want to spoil the mood. So I let him suck me for a few more minutes, then said, "OK, Al, it's time for you to cum for me."

I shed my pants, boxers, and shirt. He stood again, and I went to my knees again before him, taking time to lick his huge scrotum all around before going to the head of his huge dick, and struggling to take the whole of it into my mouth again.

We settled into a slow rhythm, with him bucking his pelvis and driving his cock into my mouth a little further each thrust. Saliva and precum were dripping from my mouth, dripping down thru the hair on my chest and belly, forming a small pool at his feet now.

After a few minutes, I could feel his cock start to throb, and then I felt the spasms in the tube on the underside of his cock as he started to shoot his load into my mouth. My God, I'd never had a load as big as this, not even from my friend James, who cums more than anyone I know!

I gulped down each thick stream of his cum, but ended up with some dripping down my chin, to join the pool of precum and saliva on the floor. As he finished shooting, his knees buckled, and I grabbed him as he fell on top of me. We lay on the floor for a few minutes, and I rested my head on his big barrel chest as he caught his breath.

"Looks like we should both shower now," I said, and I got up and stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Coach Al joined me, and we soaped each other up and down. He looked at me and said, "What say I send Steven off with the linemen tonight, and you and I spend some time getting to know each other?"

"That sounds fine to me," I said. We got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. Coach Al then took me around, and repeated everything that he was telling me earlier, when I was too busy watching his cock!

We ended up getting together later that night for dinner and drinks, and I had to call his wife and tell her that he was in no shape to drive home. She thought I was wonderful for looking out for him like that. And of course I was!

But I still had a big load waiting for him...