This story is complete in 25,000 words. A love story between a college student and his swimming coach. Some sex, but not the amount my stories usually contain.
I have, as usual, used poetic licence when describing places in the States because my first hand knowledge is limited to Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, San Francisco and Hawaii, none of which are in this particular story.
Bobby and the Coach
Part 1
A New Life
To Bobby's eyes it was the most amazing sight in the world. The University of South Carolina, and he was on the campus as a Freshman student. Born and brought up in a trailer park on the wrong side of the track in a no name town in the mid west, no one in a million years expected him to get here. A full swimming scholarship, tuition, books, accommodation and food on campus, all paid for. He would need to get a part time job to earn a little money for extras, but other than that he would be able to devote all of his efforts to academics and swim training. He had worked his butt off all summer but everything he earned he had given to his parents, they needed it much more than he did just to survive.
First stop was registration where a cute sophomore gave him his dorm allocation and lecture rota. He was a day early so first choice of bed and desk in a comfortable size dorm room for two. Bobby unpacked before checking his rota, it was pretty heavy for a sportsman, but his aim was a good degree, the swimming was just his way of doing it, he had no pretensions about being another Michael Phelps.
Next stop was the pool with his entire swim and sports gear. Most of it he knew would get him some odd looks, it was made up of hand me downs and cast offs from other people. He had never had a new piece of equipment in his life. His clothes were the same, a scrappy mismatch of cast offs and hand me downs. He should have been embarrassed but he had made a vow to himself. Regardless of what he looked like he was going to study hard, get through this next four years and come out the other end with a degree that would get him a good job and then he would never be poor again.
The swimming pool and facilities were superb, Bobby stood by the side of the main pool almost drooling, he had never seen anything this good in his life. He was about to leave to find the locker room when a young man came through a door into the pool area.
"Hello boy, and what might you be doing here?"
Bobby was caught off guard and stuttered a little to start with.
"I, I'm a day early Sir, but I'm a freshman and I'm here on a swimming scholarship."
The man looked Bobby up and down, wincing a little at the look of the boy's attire.
"Well you had better come with me then. "I'm David Hanson, and I'm the swimming team coach."
Bobby put out his hand and replied.
"I'm pleased to meet you Coach, I'm Robert McKinley. My friends call me Bobby, mostly."
David looked at Bobby again. This was the star of the new intake, he had high hopes of him becoming a National Champion, but the attire, ouch.
In his office David told Bobby to sit, and watched as he put the old bag down that presumably contained his kit.
"So Bobby, tell me a little about yourself."
David knew it all already but he wanted to hear the boy tell him.
"Not much to tell Coach. I'm an only child from Hills Creek, got a full scholarship because I can swim a bit and I'm here to get my MBA, but I have to do it in four years instead of the normal time because that's how long my scholarship fund lasts."
David opened his file again, he must have missed that, but there it was. This boy was a straight 4.0 GPA. He looked at Bobby's study roster as well.
"You are going to be a very busy boy then. If we overlay your swim training programme onto your study programme, you might just find time to eat and sleep, but you won't be getting too much of the latter."
He pushed the training programme across to Bobby who did the overlay bit as well. He looked shocked.
"I can't do that Coach. I have to have time for a part time job. I have no money for extras so I have to earn it."
"What did you do all summer then boy, that's when you could have earned your semester spending money?"
Bobby looked embarrassed and looked down as he replied.
"I worked full time, but my parents needed the money more than I did."
David took another look at the boy's file, from a border line destitute family.' His thought then was, how did this boy manage to be this good academically and sports wise?'
"Well, I'm sorry son but your ass is mine for the next four years so you get rid of some of your courses if you have to but the swimming training is first."
Bobby slumped forward resting his head on his hands. The tears were there in the back of his eyes. Then he stood up, looked directly at the coach and said.
"I'm sorry Coach, I won't waste anymore of your time then, my academics aren't negotiable."
"Wait, Mc Kinley, what are you going to do then?"
"Home and Community College I guess. The degree won't be as good but I will still have an MBA."
Bobby turned away again and this time let the tears flow. The dream was just that, a dream. No down and out from the wrong side of the tracks was going to make it here. He had reached the door when the coach grabbed his shoulders and spun him round. David was shocked to see the tears streaming down the boy's face.
"I think you had better come and sit down again, we need to talk about this."
Bobby was like putty in his hands now, it didn't matter, his dream was a bust.
"I am going to talk to the Dean, Bobby, to see if there isn't something we can do about this. I need some ammunition to take with me though, so, here is your locker allocation, the tumbler lock number is on the piece of paper. Memorise it and then destroy it. Go and unpack your gear. Back here in ten minutes dressed in Speedos for a swim."
Now on automatic he went to do as he was told. Getting into his Speedos was a struggle. He had worn these for two years, and they weren't new then. He had grown a bit since and they were now barely decent. His problem was, that even totally flaccid he still had a more than adequate piece of man meat that was squashed but clearly outlined in the way too small trunks, and they were so tight they distorted the shape of his otherwise very cute butt as well.
While he was away David had called Administration.
"I have a scholarship boy here who needs to work but hasn't got room for any in his schedule. I'm entitled to a part time admin assistant so, can I take this boy on for the job. If I can't we are going to lose him."
Coaches tended to get anything they wanted so the decision was made immediately, yes, that was ok. First hurdle overcome David thought. Next he was going to check the boy's times in the pool. He knew they would be down on what he would achieve when he was swim fit, but they would give him a bench mark.
Bobby walked back in to David's office and David's heart stopped beating, just for a minute. He looked Bobby up and down, and thought, `this boy is Drop Dead Gorgeous, and I'm going to have him, sometime, somewhere.'
"What the fuck are those things you're wearing, they are barely decent."
Bobby blushed almost scarlet.
"I'm sorry Coach they are all I have."
"Right, get rid of them, now."
Bobby looked shocked, but pushed them down and off. He quickly covered his groin area and stood up again.
"Right, in the blue locker behind you there are team Speedos, find two new pairs your size and bring them back here."
Bobby turned round and David got a good long look at the cutest butt he had ever seen. His erection was testament to how turned on he was.
When Bobby was stood in front of him again with two cellophane wrapped Speedos, David spoke.
"Well, you had better dump one of those on the chair and put the other one on."
Bobby needed both hands to get the new Speedos out so David got an eyeful of an incredible groin.
`Oh my God, and that is flaccid,' was his thought.
"Good boy, now out to the pool, do your warm up exercises and a couple of lengths, I'll join you then to take some times."
Bobby went and David got his cock out and beat off, cumming in very quick time just thinking about Robert Mc Kinley.
`Oh God, oh God, oh God, this boy is divine I'll struggle to keep my hands off him.'
That thought was in the forefront of his mind as he walked out to the pool area.
"Ok Bobby, two laps as fast as you can."
David timed him and at the end shook the stop watch, zeroed it and ran it again, checking it roughly against his wrist watch.
"Have you been training over the summer Bobby?"
Bobby looked as guilty as hell.
"No Sir, I'm sorry but I had to work."
"Ok, out, shower, dress and back in my office."
The lap times, split and combined were fast enough for a fully fit swimmer, never mind one on the first day of the semester.
"You are staying Bobby, we'll find some way of working your swimming round your academics, but remember, you still belong to me, you do what I say when I say. I don't want any sassing or fucking me about, I say, you do. Understood?"
Bobby was sat, once again, in Coach's office.
"Yes Sir, but how ---"
"Let me sort that."
"I want you in here at ten in the morning. You don't have induction until two so I have you for four hours ok."
"Yes Sir, Coach."
He grinned, and David did too. He also melted a little. This boy was just such a beautiful innocent abroad. David was convinced he had no idea how incredible he looked. With decent clothes he would turn heads all over campus. Well he would now as well but for the wrong reasons.
David went to see the Dean.
"I know the state of the college funds Dean, I want a zero percent rolling loan for Robert McKinley. He's a class A academic and the fastest Butterfly swimmer I've ever had in my stable."
"Ok David, now how about telling me all about this young man."
David did. Emphasizing the state of his clothes and sports gear and the time he clocked on the two laps. He also dropped in front of the Dean, Bobby's academic report.
"The boy comes from a family categorised as borderline destitute, but he has still managed to achieve these results. Also he has taken on an academic load to do an MBA in four years, because his scholarship only runs to that."
The Dean raised his eyebrows at that and told the coach to leave it with him. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ David gets blown away in the next chapter when he sees his beautiful swimmer erect.