Scholarship Offer

“If you want my son to play for you at State you had better get to work.” Dad said firmly.

Coach Benson had been recruiting me since my sophomore year and I had become one of the top QB prospects in the state. Coach Benson had come over to our house to meet with us that Thursday evening after watching my football practice. Mom was out of town for work so my dad; Coach Benson and I were in the living room talking about how he saw me playing at State.

Coach Benson was the offensive coordinator, he had been the lead recruiter for me and we got along great. He generally got along with my parents too, they both wanted me to be in the best situation to succeed.

“I’ve been putting in the work, Mr. Simmons and I think that Trent can really make a name for himself at State.” Coach Benson replied.

My dad could give off a very stern air but we had a great relationship. He was a college football star in his day, but he played out west. His work had brought our family to the east coast years ago.

“I don’t think you understand, Coach, I think you should get to work on this if you want me to give my blessing for Trent to play for you.” Dad said grabbing his bulge.

“What the fuck? Are you serious?” yelled Coach Benson at the insinuation.

“Dead serious.” Dad replied with a straight face.

I knew Dad was being completely serious. We had been fucking around together for a few months. I didn’t expect him to do this, but I wasn’t completely surprised.

Coach Benson left in a huff. He was furious and claimed he would withdraw my scholarship offer. He slammed the front door on his way out and sped away. I was upset with Dad because he knew that I really wanted to play at State. I left the room in a similar fashion to Coach Benson and went to watch TV.

Not 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I wondered whom it could be this late on a Thursday evening and Dad yelled for me to get it, as I was closer. When I opened the door, Coach Benson standing there sheepishly barely looking up at me.

“Where is your father?” is all he said.

“Right through here.” I led Coach Benson back to the living room.

“I’ve been told that we need to stop at nothing to get Trent to commit.” Coach Benson said softly.

“Have you now?” Dad replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Yes sir, Coach Thompson was very clear.” Coach Benson said.

“That head coach is a smart man.” Dad nearly laughed.

“Does he have to be here?” asked Coach Benson, motioning to me.

“Of course he does.” Dad replied firmly.

Coach Benson looked around the room sheepishly. Slowly he knelt down in front of my dad. He looked up at my father his eyes almost pleading.

“Its not going to take itself out.” Commanded Dad.

Coach Benson’s face glowed red, but he followed the orders and began fishing out my dad’s cock. He let out an audible gasp when my dad’s cock flopped out. Dad was really hung and really thick, I was lucky he had passed down those genes to me but his cock can be awe-inspiring.

“Go on. I don’t have all night.” Dad goaded.

Coach Benson slowly parted his lips and surrounded the head, almost as if waiting for this all to be a joke. Dad groaned as Coach Benson slid more of the hardening shaft into his mouth. Coach Benson was struggling to accommodate Dad’s huge member.

“I gotta do everything myself.” Growled Dad as he took hold of Coach Benson’s head.

Coach Benson struggled and gagged as Dad roughly fucked his face. Slowly, a rhythm appeared and Coach Benson seemed to get the hang of it at little more. Dad began to moan and groan, I could tell he was getting close.

“Take it all!” Dad bellowed as he began shooting down Coach Benson’s throat.

The load began seeping out of Coach Benson’s lips. Dad pulled his still shooting cock out of Coach Benson’s mouth. Dad began painting his face with his thick gooey load.

“I knew you’d make a good cocksucker.” Dad sneered. “Now, get my boy off.” Dad commanded.

Coach Benson looked at me then at Dad with pleading eyes. Remnants of Dad’s load clung to his unshaven face.

“Lots of schools want Trent to play for them. You need to show us how much he means to your program. Either you suck him off or I’ll fuck you in front of him.” Dad explained the options to Coach Benson.

Muscled, beefy, Coach Benson crawled over to my side of the sofa and began to unzip me, fishing around for my rock hard cock.

“That’s what I thought.” Dad smiled.

“Fuck… just as big as your dad.” Mumbled Coach Benson to himself as he hauled out my cock.

Coach Benson gave a clumsy blowjob, but his enthusiasm made up for it. It was clear he was motivated either to do a good job and get my commitment, or he just wanted to get it over with. Either way he worked my head and a few inches of my shaft in his mouth while attacking the rest with his hand. Watching this hot man on knees working my cock - especially after watching him swallow Dad’s load - I was flooding his mouth in a few minutes.

He choked on my load as he tried to swallow it down. When he pulled his face off my cock he looked over to Dad, his face pleading for it to be enough. I could hear a chuckle from deep in Dad’s chest as he looked at the man who had just swallowed my nut.

“Looks like you’re hard, Benson.” Dad smiled, looking at Coach Benson’s shorts.

Coach Benson turned a deep red and the blood rushed to his face with embarrassment, his gaze turned from Dad to me.

“Do I have your commitment?” He asked, looking me dead in the eyes now.

“Not just yet.” Dad interrupted.

“You said -” Coach Benson’s body slumped and his face began to grow angry but he was cut off by Dad.

“I know what I said. If you’d let me finish I was going to let Trent here take care of ya. Kid’s a great cocksucker, he could give you some pointers.” Dad explained.

Coach Benson smiled and unzipped. I knew I was going to like playing at State.