Bobby and the Coach
Chapter 2
Settling In
Bobby was up, ate breakfast and in the pool by 0830. He worked hard for one hour before having a shower and dressing again in the best clothes he had, which were still pretty awful.
David noticed the wet hair when Bobby walked into his office.
"You won't be sleeping in like this when we get going on your training Bobby."
"I don't understand Coach."
"Well, your wet hair gives you away Son."
"Oh, that, I've just showered, I don't like the chlorine to stay in my hair too long."
"What Chlorine?"
"Uh, I've been in the pool for more than an hour Coach."
David sat down and looked at this boy, was he for real?
"Alright Bobby. As of today you are my new assistant. You get $100 per week and you`ll work as many hours as I need you."
"Seriously Sir?"
"Yes seriously."
"Now listen very carefully to me because there is no debating this. I say, you do remember."
Bobby nodded and wondered what was coming next.
"Your times yesterday were exceptional for a swimmer not in training so I am going to use you as my sample male for a research project. Every week, at least once I'm going to take a whole series of measurements and readings from your body. We are going to see how you develop over the next twelve months. There's no time like the present so I want to do the first set of readings now. So, back to the locker room, get naked, wrap a towel round you and come through to the treatment room.
David was very hard thinking about what he was going to do so he quickly slipped on a jock strap to hold him in tight put on loose trackies and dropped an oversize T Shirt over his head to further cover up his groin.
The paper David had on his clipboard was the product of hours of work the previous night. It entailed taking measurements of everything he expected to get bigger during the year. Basically all the muscles that Bobby would be working, arms, shoulders, legs, thighs and calves, chest, waist, hips, etc, plus lung capacity to check how that developed knowing how important breathing was to an athlete.
"Ok Sport, towel off, stand in the center of the floor here, feet together, hands by your sides."
David could see how embarrassed Bobby was as he stood in front of him.
"You needn't be embarrassed Bobby, you are the most beautiful young man I have ever set eyes on. If you walk around this college naked, most of the girls will ask you to make love to them and a good number of boys as well. The boys that don't want you to make love to them will almost certainly want to do it to you."
Bobby tried to make a joke of it he was so dumbfounded by Coach's words.
David touched Bobby's cheek and almost whispered.
"I am sure you will be the face and body on every advertising poster for this college next year."
"Thanks Coach, but I think that's a little over the top."
David smiled and ran his tape round Bobby to take a chest measurement. He deliberately had his fingers placed so that he was rubbing one of Bobby's nipples. Then, when he wanted the expanded chest measurement he ran the fingers over the other one. Almost immediately both nipples were hard and Bobby gasped. As he pulled the tape away David softly stroked one nipple and stepped back to watch as Bobby's penis grew. He moved in and stroked the nipple again.
"Sensitive are we?"
He was smiling and Bobby looked shocked. When he was totally erect he looked at his cock and then at coach. David moved close again and just lightly ran his fingers along the underside of Bobby's cock as it almost touched his belly.
"That is as stunning as the rest of you. Your nipples are obviously very sensitive, how does that affect you when you are swimming?
Bobby blushed.
"I usually get an erection, but it goes down again fairly quickly so I'm ok getting out of the water."
"Were you erect when you did those two timed laps for me yesterday?"
"Yes, all the time."
"How do you get your sexual relief Bobby?"
More embarrassment.
"I don't very often Coach. I have never had the privacy to beat off so I guess my only relief normally is a wet dream."
"Ok, no girlfriend?"
Bobby shook his head.
"What, never?"
Bobby shook his head again.
"How about a boyfriend to give you a hand or blow job?"
Again a shake of the head.
"Alright Bobby, up on the massage table."
David went over and locked the door.
"I don't do this for all my team, but I'm going to get you off, ok?"
Bobby was definitely beyond speech now. His coach was about to jack him off. He just nodded. The next few minutes were like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. David jacked his very hard cock and played with his balls, making him spray his torso with cum in just a few minutes. He was so gentle, and his hand was so soft it was mind blowing. No one had ever touched his penis except him, and that not very often except to wash it or pee through it.
"Oh jeez, thanks coach, that was awesome."
David forgot himself for a minute. He leaned down and touched his lips to Bobby's.
"Yes it was."
David tried to recover the high ground after his mistake.
"Now how are we going to keep your cock soft while you swim. I bet we can wash seconds off your lap times if you don't have that drag in the water."
Both of them giggled at that and David sighed, it looked as though he had got away with it.
"I don't know. Will it really make a difference to my lap times?"
"Yes, quite a bit I think. Not just from the drag either, you'll have more blood pumping round your body. That beast," touching Bobby's cock again, "Probably holds a couple of pints when it's erect."
Too much, they were both giggling like school kids.
Bobby thought, `this isn't what my relationship is supposed to be like with my coach. Does he have the hots for me?'
David Hanson was the junior of the coaches on campus. He was only 24 with a first class degree in sport science and a full certification to coach swimming. He was also completely gay, something he had to hide but hated doing so.
He didn't look like a swimming coach. He was broad shouldered with a superb set of abs and pecs. His fair hair and dark eyes made the whole a very pleasant sight. His uncut penis when erect was a little above average for a white American male, that's to say, about 7 ½ inches, nice thickness with a ball sac to match. Around Bobby it tended to be erect most of the time and he realized this was going to be a problem in the pool.
Bobby had the dark eyes as well, but his were captivating. His dark hair had no real form it was just there. Being a Butterfly stroke swimmer he also had broad shoulders and well developed pecs, but his abs weren't so pronounced. He was just so stunning it was difficult to put a finger on exactly what made him that way. To a gay man the obviously large appendage was likely to be a draw, it had certainly impressed David.
The problem for David now was to stop it getting erect during the swimming sessions. If he could achieve that he was sure Bobby's times would get even better. Ah, well, back to all the measuring.
"I don't think we'll measure the beast Bobby, I don't think that will materially affect your swimming once we have learnt how to control it growing."
Bobby laughed, he was feeling very relaxed with David now, having received that hand job.
All measurements completed Bobby was sat up on the massage table and David moved in between his legs. Taking Bobby's face in his hands he spoke very quietly.
"I don't know if you are gay Bobby, but I have feelings for you already that could make life difficult for both of us if you aren't."
Bobby had such little sexual knowledge it took him a while to understand what David was saying. When he did, his eyes grew to twice their normal size.
"I don't know Coach, this is all so new to me."
"Ok, Bobby, don't sweat it. We aren't going to make this heavy. We'll talk again frequently I guess, no pressure."
Bobby teared up a little, this was all so strange. He didn't feel like an eighteen year old college freshman, more like a ten year old.
Lunch, and then induction. Still overawed by his surroundings Bobby wandered back to his dorm to find his dorm mate unpacking.
"Hi, I'm Bobby Mc Kinley, I arrived yesterday."
Bobby's dorm mate looked round, looked Bobby up and down before replying.
"You have to be shitting me, you look like the janitor. Where the fuck did you get those clothes?"
Bobby felt the animosity in the words. He also felt intimidated so he just turned and left. He didn't feel he could go back to his room so he settled into the common room tucked into a corner as far away from everyone as he could. The remainder of the afternoon he studied his schedule and the map of the college so that he knew where everywhere was that he needed to be. After supper which he ate alone he wandered over to the library and remained there studying until they closed then he crept back to his room and climbed quietly into bed making sure he made no noise to disturb his roommate. Up early and away to avoid any confrontation, he worked out in the pool until breakfast and then went direct to lectures. At no time during the day did he go near his room. Once again he remained in the library until it closed and then crept into his room and bed.
This routine worked for about a week, after which David noticed deterioration in Bobby's performance instead of an improvement. He was popular with the remainder of the swim team who appreciated his dedication to training and of course the fact that he was a superb looking young man. At the end of practice on the last day of the week David told Bobby to see him in his office.
"Ok, Bobby, what's going on? Your times are getting worse, and you look done in before we start, never mind after training."
"Nothing Coach, I'll work it out."
David sensed that Bobby was not telling it the way it was, also he could sense the unhappiness in the boy who had been over the moon to be here only a week ago. Fate stepped in the next day. The Dean sent for David and told him the rolling loan had been granted and he should get Robert McKinley settled. David immediately got hold of Bobby and told him what was going to happen.
"We are going shopping my young friend."
Bobby looked at him and asked, "For what?"
"For a new wardrobe and trunks for you. If you are going to be my star you are going to dress like one."
Three hours later Bobby was reeling in disbelief at what he was moving into his room with the help of the Coach. A complete new wardrobe and trunks and sweats to die for. In the same action they emptied all Bobby's grungy stuff out and put it in black plastic bags for the janitors to remove.
While all this was going on, David noticed the room and most particularly the desks. It was quite obvious that apart from Bobby's bed, the remainder of the room had become the exclusive territory of the other roomie.
"Where do you study Bobby?"
Blushing with embarrassment Bobby looked where the Coach was looking. The eyes were wandering from the desks to Bobby's file box tucked in close to his bed.
"Oh, the library mostly."
"You mean the library totally don't you?"
Bobby nodded.
"What's the name of your room mate?"
Bobby cringed.
"I don't know Coach. He never told me his name."
"Ok. I get the picture."
He looked at his watch.
"Let's get down to training and then I'll join you for supper before we come back here to see how we can get your academic studies done in here."
Bobby looked frightened, he didn't want confrontation so he very aggressively said, "That won't be necessary, I like the library."
David moved up close enough to almost be touching noses.
"I'm sure you do, but one of these desks is yours, I'm going to make sure you get to use it and then go to bed when you want to not making sure your room mate is asleep before you come in."
Bobby collapsed then and through his sobs told David.
"He thinks I'm trash. He told me I was dressed worse than the janitor."
David picked his golden boy up and cuddled him.
"You are so special Bobby, we are going to straighten this out, trust me."
The whole team were aware that their star swimmer was feeling fragile by the way coach cosseted him. None of them knew Bobby's background, but they had already realised he was very immature for his age and very sensitive. His dress had been a source of conjecture among them, but because of his sporting prowess and engaging personality none of them had razzed him.
When Bobby dressed at the end of training that day they were all over him, telling him how great he looked. By the time they left the sports center to go for supper Bobby was feeling much better. A little apprehensive about the confrontation to come with his roommate though.
It was fairly unusual for staff to eat with students, but not forbidden so David had his supper with his swim team, drawing a load of attention because their table became the center of a lot of laughter. It was almost as though the team knew that something was going on involving Bobby and they all wanted to make him feel good. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Good and bad for our star in the next chapter.