Coach Eddie

"Hell yes!"

The shout from my 18-year old son shattered the silence of our typically tranquil Tuesday night. He'd been down in his room - pretending to do homework while he Snapped and texted with dozens of his closest friends - while my wife and I watched Jeopardy! in the living room.

Immediately following the outburst, there was a flurry of activity as our pride and joy raced down the hall towards us. Cal was our only child. We planned on having three or four kids, but a rough pregnancy for my wife, Amy, changed our plans. Shortly after Cal was born, I got snipped and we poured all of our time and attention into him.

"Southern sent me an invite!" he yelled.

My wife and I jumped off the couch excitedly. Since he was old enough to play ball, Cal's dream was to suit up for Southern Michigan University of Technology. As a family, we'd spent a lot more time than I care to admit helping him pursue his dream. Maybe, I thought, it was actually worth it.

Once the initial excitement wore off, we started working through the details. SMUT had just hired a new coach and he was trying to hit the ground running. The official visit invite was for the coming weekend - a mere three days away. The itinerary was jam-packed.

- Friday: Family reception at 6 pm. Players return to the hotel with families after.

- Saturday: Campus tour at 9 am. Facility tour at 10:30. Lunch at noon. Breakouts in the afternoon. Players meet with coaches, then meet their student host. Players will go to dinner and spend the night with their host. Parents will attend a session on the University, then meet 1-on-1 with coaches. There is an optional dinner for parents with some of the coaches.

- Sunday: Parents pick player up from host's dorm by noon.

There was some additional information about what to pack, some items of interest about the program and the new coach, and directions on how Cal could confirm his attendance. At the very bottom of the page, there was an asterisk that drew my eye.

"*Inviting you for an official visit does not mean you will receive a scholarship offer. The official visit is a part of our evaluation process to determine your fit within our program. Assume that everything you and your family does throughout the weekend will factor into our decision making."

While this all seemed incredibly positive, I couldn't help but worry. Cal was a great football player. He'd started on his high school's varsity team since his Freshman year, averaging nearly 125 receiving yards and two touchdowns per game last season. Despite his receiving prowess, he was known for being an unselfish player, getting more joy from throwing a great block for his teammate than scoring on his own.

There was a drawback, though. Cal was small. He'd stopped growing in 7th grade when he hit 5'7". Thanks to his work ethic, he was up to 165 pounds of almost pure muscle, but it seemed like whenever someone mentioned his game, every compliment ended with "...for his size."

"That's great, buddy," I said once we'd all had a chance to review the letter. "I can move a few things around at work to go. How about you, honey?" I asked Amy.

"I'll have to talk to my boss tomorrow," she said, "but it should be ok. Have any of the coaches mentioned anything about a scholarship?"

"No," he said, a frown crossing his face. "I've mainly talked to Coach Toro. He said they want to see me in-person and see how the weekend goes first. He knows I have some other offers, but that this is my dream. I need to go tell...everybody!" he laughed, hustling back down to his bedroom.

"Wow," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I can't believe it."

"Do you...do you think they'll offer him?" Amy asked hopefully.

"I sure hope so," I replied. "If they don't, he'll be crushed. He and I have talked about it before. SMUT is too expensive without a scholarship. If they won't give him some money, he's going to have to go somewhere else, no matter how much he loves it."

"Well, we better be on our best behavior, too," she said earnestly. "That letter said that families were being evaluated, too."

"Yeah," I said, slightly concerned. "Did that seem odd to you?"

"Not really," Amy said. "They're trying to make sure that we aren't going to be a problem. We'll have to make sure that we show our excitement without being a pain in the ass."

The next few days were a whirlwind. Amy got her time off and some new outfits for the trip while Cal and I spent time strategizing how to approach the coaches. Our position was clear: while SMUT was his top choice, he was going to have to go somewhere else without financial help.

We made Cal go to school Friday morning, but picked him up at lunchtime. The drive over to SMUT was only going to take a couple of hours, but we wanted to make sure we got there early and had a chance to wander around campus on our own.

The university was situated on a beautiful piece of land. Rolling hills, large leafy trees, and so many barely-dressed coeds that I was afraid Cal was going to get whiplash trying to keep track of them all. "This place is awesome," he whispered to me after one particularly shapely young lady passed by.

The football team staff had thought of everything. Our hotel room had a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table, a plate of football-themed cookies, and a hand-written note welcoming us to town. There was also an itinerary just for us. Cal's host was the team's backup quarterback and we all would be meeting with Coach Toro, albeit separately.

Slowly, we went about settling in and preparing for the night's reception. Cal and I both opted for dress pants and a SMUT-blue polo shirt. Amy chose a bright, floral sundress which flowed beautifully over her body but couldn't hide her sexy, round ass. Since the weather had just turned warm, her skin was still quite pale and the colorful dress made her look even whiter. She curled her blonde hair so it bounced just above her shoulders as she walked. Choosing comfort over style, she finished her outfit by slipping on a pair of sandals.

A brief elevator ride took us to the main floor and the hotel's banquet room where the reception was taking place. Even though we arrived 10 minutes early, the party was in full swing. My fears were instantly heightened when I laid eyes on the other recruits in the room. The handful of other young men looked like giants. At six-feet tall, I barely reached their shoulders while the 5'7" Cal and my 5'1" wife looked like toddlers next to the other ballplayers.

We mingled with other families until a clinking glass drew all of our attention.

"Welcome, everyone," said a gruff, white-haired man on stage. This was Coach DeMann. I'm sure everyone else in the room had researched him, too. Coach was successful at several stops and was now getting his chance at the big-time at SMUT. He was known for being serious and often grumpy, but a guy who got results.

"We're glad to have so many great players here this weekend," he continued. "This is the start of an exciting chapter in the history of Southern Michigan University of Technology. As I'm sure you know, this school has a great football tradition, but, well, recent results have left a little something to be desired. Our first recruiting class will set the tone. We're going to let the college football world know we mean business!"

DeMann paused as the room filled with applause. He forced a smile, but he was obviously much more comfortable scowling.

"I want to introduce my lead assistant, Coach Edward Toro," he droned. "Eddie, as I'm sure you all know, was the only three-time captain in this program's history despite, as he is quick to remind me, less than ideal athletic abilities. To a man, everyone I asked about Eddie called him a leader and, having been around him for a few weeks now, they were right. Coach Toro, come on up here and say a few words."

I heard Amy suck in a deep breath and squeeze my hand tight as a beautiful black man grabbed the microphone and commanded the stage. He had a magnetic presence, looking out over the crowd with his piercing eyes silently for just a moment before speaking.

"Welcome players and families," he began. "I can't tell you how excited I am to be back at my Alma Mater and to have an opportunity to coach these wonderful young men. This truly is a special place and I can't wait to share it with all of you."

He paused briefly, looking in our direction and smiling, before he continued. "Now, if you're looking to be coddled or to take the easy way out then, well, I hope you enjoy your weekend and good luck wherever you land. We're looking for hard-nosed football players who would just as soon tackle your own mothers than let her win...no offense to the beautiful moms out there."

The moms in the room all giggled and tittered. The cocksure Coach Toro knew he had them eating out of his hand.

"If, however, you want to be coached hard, to be pushed, to work, to become the best person and player you can be, then you're in the right place - and that goes for everyone on the roster. If you give us your all, we'll do the same for you."

Coach talked a little longer about the program and their expectations and every single person in the room was locked in on what he was saying. You could have heard a pin drop. It was easy to see why he was voted captain. He had a commanding presence, magnetic personality and sparkling smile.

When the speeches were over, the coaches worked the room. We met Coach DeMann first. I couldn't help but notice his disappointment when Cal introduced himself. It was dawning on me that, no matter how much I thought Cal's lack of size was going to be a factor, it was actually worse than anticipated.

Coach Toro made his way over to us next. He was much more difficult to read as he introduced himself to Cal, Amy and me.

"I'm Coach Toro to you," he said, nodding towards Cal, "but please, call me Eddie," he instructed as he shook Amy's hand. She looked like a smitten teenager staring into his eyes. I was afraid she was going to faint and I was going to have to catch her. I had to admit, though, he was an attractive man.

"So here's the plan, guys," Eddie said. "We're going to relax and enjoy tonight, then tomorrow is when things get serious. We'll take you around the campus, show you the facilities, and feed you a nice lunch. We'll speak separately in the afternoon," he said, looking back and forth between Cal and Amy, "and I have to warn you, I'm a straight-shooter. It doesn't do anyone any good for me to be less than 100% honest with you. Hopefully, you don't leave here on Sunday thinking that I'm a jerk, but, well, it is possible," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I could never think you're a jerk," Amy said breathlessly.

I looked at her, stunned that she would say that to a man she'd only met a moment before. Eddie, to his credit, laughed it off. "You say that now..."

Quickly, he excused himself to meet the next family, saying he was looking forward to spending more time with us tomorrow.

As soon as he was out of earshot, I turned to Amy. "Well," I teased her, "you couldn't look any more smitten."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Feeling jealous, Mr. L?"

"Not at all, pretty lady," I said, winking at her. "I get it. He's easy on the eyes. Maybe you thinking of him will even benefit me later..."

"With Cal in our room?" she asked incredulously. "Keep it in your pants, dear."

I gave her a mock groan of disappointment, then we both laughed. We mingled with other parents, trying to make connections and determine where our paths may have crossed during football seasons past.

Eventually, I had to excuse myself to find the restroom. It was not conveniently located and I had to get directions from a couple of the hotel employees before I finally found it and I was able to handle my business. Despite stepping out just to drain my bladder, it was a nearly 10 minute round trip.

When I returned, I scanned the room for Amy before eventually spotting her chatting with Eddie. She was laughing, tucking her hair behind her ear and touching his arm constantly - all telltale signs of some serious flirting on her part. I decided to grab another drink for each of us before busting up her party of two. As I walked up, drinks in hand, I caught the tail end of their conversation.

"...and that's why they call you The Cobra?" Amy asked.

"Well, that and Anaconda was too hard for some of my teammates to say," Eddie said as they both burst out in laughter.

"Oh, hey honey," Amy said when she noticed me standing there. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked like they were on fire.

"Here," I said, handing her a fresh drink. "Sorry, coach, I probably should have grabbed one for you, too."

"I'm glad you didn't," he said sincerely. "I never drink at the reception. I've seen too many bad things happen when parents, coaches, and an open bar collide. I'll have a glass or two of wine at dinner tomorrow - just enough to take the edge off - and that will be it for the weekend."

"That makes a lot of sense," I responded.

"I really should head home. I have a lot from tonight to review," he said, looking into Amy's eyes. "It was great speaking with you more, Mrs. Lane."

"Please, call me Amy," she replied quickly.

"Ok, Amy," he agreed, shaking both of our hands. "You two have a great night and I'll see you in the morning."

We stood silently as Eddie said his goodbyes and left the room. I thought I heard Amy exhale deeply as he left, but I couldn't be sure that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. After all, she could have just been stifling a yawn.

Cal, who had been hanging out with the other players, came running up to us. "Hey, so some of the other guys are going to go next door to an arcade. Is it cool if I go?"

I took out my wallet and handed him some money as well as one of our room keys.

"Before you go, remember they're evaluating you all weekend," I cautioned him. "Don't do anything stupid. If someone there is being dumb, walk away immediately, ok? And remember, the campus tour starts in about 12 hours, so don't stay out too late. Got it?"

"Yeah, dad, I got it," he said, rolling his eyes as he snatched the money and card out of my hand, running back to his potential future teammates.

Amy and I finished our drinks and said our goodbyes. It had been such a long day that we both needed to crash. We turned down a few invites to go hang out at the hotel bar and headed to our room instead. Once inside, we took turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed with Amy going first. When I finished, she was sitting up in bed, reading a book. I grabbed my iPad and crawled in next to her.

"So," I asked her. "What did you think?"

She slid her finger into the book, marking her spot, before turning towards me. "Coach DeMann seems...gruff? He kind of reminds me of my grandpa," she chuckled. "Eddie - I mean Coach Toro - seems like a great guy, though. He was very easy to talk to."

"And very easy for you to look at?" I teased. "Did you see the size of those other kids? Cal looked so tiny next to them. I know he can't help it, but, damn, it was obvious how much bigger they are."

"I know," Amy said sadly, "but this is his dream. I want this for him as bad as he does."

I leaned over, kissing her on the lips. "That's what makes you a good mom."

She started to turn back to her book, when I decided to tease her a little more. "And, you wouldn't hate being around Eddie more, would you?"

"You know I wouldn't," she giggled. "He's a handsome, charismatic man. I swear his eyes were hypnotizing me. I felt like a schoolgirl around him."

I reached out, rubbing her breast through her nightshirt, lightly pinching her nipple.

"And what did the school girl want to do to the coach?" I prodded.

"Bill, stop," she protested lightly. "Cal will be back any minute now."

"No way. It's only 10 o'clock. He'll be gone for hours," I replied, sliding my hand under her shirt to grope her bare boob. "Now, tell me what you were thinking about."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning lightly. Her sensitive nipples were the key to turning her on. I knew I wasn't playing fair, but we hadn't had sex in nearly a week and I hated to waste the hotel room.

"I...mmm...I thought about...oh...sitting on his desk and...that feels good...spreading my legs for him," she slowly told me.

I slid my hand down under her pajama pants and panties. She spread her legs for me, giving me access to her rapidly moistening pussy. I teased the small patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed before rubbing my finger up and down her wet lips.

"Is he going to lick you? Or fuck you?" I asked, urging her on.

"He's going to...to...fuck me," she stammered, reaching down and grabbing on to my rock hard dick.

Amy spread her legs wider, allowing my finger to slide up and down her slit, teasing both her clit and her tight but eager opening. Gently, I inserted just the tip of my middle finger inside of her, causing her to moan loudly.

"A young guy like that, I'm sure he can go for hours," I whispered as she squeezed my finger using her pelvic muscles. "He's probably got a big cock, too."

Amy moaned and rocked her hips, forcing my finger in deeper. Her moans were getting louder, filling the room as she got closer to cumming.

"Oh yesss," she hissed, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her body, pushing my middle finger into her wetness as far as it would go, grinding her clit against the palm of my hand.

Just then, the electronic lock clicked and the door swung open. We quickly disengaged, both left at the precipice of pleasure but cruelly kept from going over the edge.

"Hey," an oblivious Cal said as he came into the room. "Some of the guys were starting to get a little out of control, so I decided to come back."

"Good idea," I squeaked out, hiding my raging erection with my iPad. "Don't want to give them any reason to think you're a problem."

"Yeah," he replied, digging through his bag. "This place is so cool. I'd kill for an offer. I'm gonna get ready for bed."

As soon as Cal entered the bathroom, I turned to Amy. "Wow, that was close."

"Ugh, I know," she whined. "I was almost there. It's a good thing we have the room to ourselves tomorrow night. I have a lot of frustrations to take out on you."

"Sounds great to me," I laughed. "Smart of Cal to come back, though. They might make an exception for his size, but they're not going to if he's a behavior risk, too."

Eventually, we all fell asleep, although it took me a while. There were a couple of times I thought about getting up and jerking off in the bathroom to release some of the built-up pressure in my balls, but in the end I decided to save up for my night alone with Amy.

We were all up early enough on Saturday morning to grab a filling breakfast before meeting up with the other families for the campus tour at 9:30. While we were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, some of the other families looked like they could use a coffee IV.

The tour was nice enough and everyone was on their best behavior, but nobody seemed to care too much about it. It was just a box that needed to be checked off before they could get to the meat of the visit.

The facilities tour, on the other hand, had the players in awe. The weight room was vast and impressive, but still paled in comparison to coming out of the tunnel in the football stadium. The team went all out to make the kids feel like superstars with lots of social media-worthy photo ops. Cal had wide eyes throughout the whole tour. Several times I thought I was going to have to pick his jaw up off the floor. They practically had to drag the players to lunch when our time was up.

Lunch was the last chance we had to see Cal until Sunday morning. He and the others were going to meet with the coaches all together, and then with their potential position coach - in his case, Coach Toro - before going off with their host.