New recruit Andrew Powers showed up on the practice field unannounced, asking for a shot to show us coaches what he could bring to the team. I couldn’t help but agree to it; I knew from his reputation that Andrew could be a bit aloof and standoffish. I could also see that all the boy really needed was some guidance and someone willing to believe in him. The boy was beyond excited for the opportunity. That being said, I’m a serious fellow by nature, and I let the young upstart know right from the get-go that I wouldn’t put up with anything less than a 100% commitment from him. This meant grueling hours of practice and workouts—just like we would expect from anyone on the team. During the first few weeks, I found myself impressed with Andrew. He worked tirelessly to improve his skills. I noticed that he wasn’t shy about asking questions and picking my brain about his technique. I also noticed that the fine young twink was constantly checking me out—particularly when we were pumping iron in the gym. I had also caught him staring at my ass in the shower...not that I minded. Then one afternoon, after a really intense practice, I decided to invite Andrew into the Coach’s lounge. Once there, I suggested that the hardworking kid relax and let me give him a massage. He smiled brightly. We sat down together on a long, comfy sofa. I began to expertly knead Andrew’s neck, back and shoulders, and he groaned at my touch. After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t help but notice that the boy was subtly rubbing his crotch. The athletic shorts that Andrew wore were technically a size too small, but he insisted on wearing them, and honestly, who was I to argue? As the massage continued, the moaning twink leaned back into me. He casually touched himself—this time, I could plainly see that Andrew was at least semi-hard. I decided to allow my hands to roam over his lean chest and torso and he hummed in response. I suggested that we take his shirt off. Reflexively, he removed it in an instant. His baby-smooth skin was soft as whipped cream, and just in response to seeing it, I felt my own arousal begin to stir. Soon, it was obvious that the eager athlete was getting more and more into it, so I suggested we take his shorts off. Next thing I knew, Andrew was standing before me in just his baseball cap and skimpy white jockeys. Now the massage was evolving to straight up groping. Andrew was simply putty in my hands. I grinned wickedly as it was clear now that all of that precious junk was really filling up the pretty twink’s jockeys–and swelling faster the more that I fondled him. I knelt down and grabbed Andrew’s boner; the solid boy-rod pulsed in my hand. I looked up at him, and he stared back at me with pure lust as he touched my bearded face. I had heard some locker room chatter that Andrew had a liking for older guys with lots of body hair. Surely this was just horny boys talking amongst themselves, I thought. I would personally find this rumor to be an actual fact! I slowly pulled his underwear down and grunted as his huge dick finally sprung free. I swallowed Andrew’s hairless cock in one giant gulp. I sucked him all the way down and he yelped with astonished delight when I rubbed my furry face all over his pubic area. As I tasted his space, I was so glad that he hadn’t showered yet...