Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 19:29:20 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and the Coach  Pt.1

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.
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David gets blown away in the next chapter when he sees his beautiful
swimmer erect.