For as long as I can remember I have always been attracted to big, chubby, hairy men. I still remember the first time I got my hands on Mr. Wilson.
I was a transfer student to a new high school. I had a June birthday so I had already turned 18. As a new student to the district I had to take a health class that is normally reserved for freshman. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to it, that is, until I walked in and saw Mr. Wilson standing there.
He was perfect: 5'9, 280, with a big round gut that spilled over his cargo shorts. He had a big, round ass and muscular arms and legs covered in thick dark hair. He had a cute, round face with a crew cut and a well groomed goatee. I ran my eyes up and down him and was instantly hard.
I hurried over and took my seat. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was gorgeous. My cock was rock hard, and I had to tuck it up into my waistband. Right as I did, Mr. Wilson turned and looked directly at me. It was obvious was doing, and it was obvious by his expression that he knew exactly what I was doing. He looked me in the eyes, his face expressionless. He held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity and then looked back down at some papers. I was humiliated...until I saw the smirk slowly spread across his face.
I could barely pay attention in class. I totally humiliated myself on the first day of class, but still all I can think about is the bulge in Mr. Wilson's shorts. Class ends before I even realize and I get up to try and make a hasty retreat. I want to escape unnoticed but he stops me as I'm trying to leave and holds me back until everyone leaves. I am sure he's going to confront my about my erection.
"Jeff, is it?" he asked.
"Yeah, what's up, Mr. Wilson?"
"Well, I couldn't help but notice you-"
My blood ran cold in my veins. I could feel the embarrassment welling up in my guts.
"I couldn't help but notice that you're a pretty big boy." he continued.
I looked at him puzzled. "Yeah, I guess."
I was the typical lineman build: 5'11, 255, and stocky.
"Have you ever played ball?" he asked.
"I played a few seasons at my old school." I answered.
"Have you considered playing this season? We could use your size." he said as slowly looked me up and down.
I melted as his eyes met mine. It turned me on to think of him looking me over. His eyes moving over my body.
"Yeah, I'd love to play." I answered.
"Come to practice today after school and we'll get you some gear."
I left a excited about the invitation. I spent the rest of the day daydreaming of Coach Wilson. Practice couldn't come soon enough.
School ended and I practically sprinted to the locker room. I walked in and saw all the guys in various stages of undress getting geared up. Coach Wilson walked in and called me out to the shed to fit me for gear. I followed him out to the gear shed and we started riffling through pads.
"What size pants do you wear?" he asked.
I had gained a bit weight since last season. "I don't know now?" I said grabbing my belly and giving it a shake.
"Turn around", he said.
I did what he said, getting hard again. I fantasized about him taking me right there. He grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled them out revealing my tag. I was hard as a rock now.