Incoming Freshman (2 page)

“I didn’t bring one.” At home he usually swam in the pond behind their house in a ratty pair of cut-off jeans. There was no way he was bringing those gross things for a weekend in the city.

“I’ve got a bunch of trunks in my bottom dresser drawer. Feel free to find a pair that fit.” Chet placed two foil wrapped potatoes on the grill.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Bobby Ray couldn’t wait to see Chet in a pair of trunks. His mouth began to water just thinking about it.

“Yeah, once you get changed, I’ll sneak in and grab a pair.” Chet didn’t turn to face Bobby Ray although there was no longer a reason to stare at the closed grill.

As Bobby Ray made his way to Chet’s bedroom, he began to wonder whether the look they’d exchanged had affected Chet as much as it had him. The thought sent another wave of arousal through him.

He stepped foot inside Chet’s room and inhaled deeply. The entire bedroom smelt of the citrus cologne Chet seemed to favour. It was a man’s scent, something Bobby Ray had only dreamed of. Pulling open the bottom drawer, Bobby Ray was surprised by how many pairs of swim trunks Chet owned. He figured it must be usual for someone who had a pool in their backyard.

With everything from long board shorts to tiny Speedos, Chet had a wide selection. Bobby Ray pulled out a pair of bright red Speedos and held them up. He doubted he’d ever seen anything so damn tiny. Hell, even Bobby Ray’s underwear was bigger than the scrap of red fabric. No doubt the tight fitting suit would show every bump and hair hidden beneath it.

Grinning like a fool, Bobby Ray tucked the suit under his arm and closed the drawer. He was tempted to snoop, but he didn’t want to get caught and have it ruin everything. “All done,” he called out before slipping into the guestroom.

Bobby Ray shucked his clothing and pulled on the tight Speedo. A quick look in the mirror almost had him backing out. Never had he exposed himself so fully outside a locker room shower.

He reached down and readjusted his balls. Satisfied, Bobby Ray strolled out to the patio, praying he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.

“Did you find…?” Chet’s jaw dropped at his first look at Bobby Ray. “Oh.”

Bobby Ray watched Chet’s Adam’s apple bob several times as his gaze worked its way down Bobby Ray’s body. “Hope you don’t mind,” Bobby Ray said, trying to break the tension between them. “I’ve always wondered what something like this would feel like.”

Chet’s eyes remained riveted to Bobby Ray’s growing cock for several seconds too long. Gotcha, Bobby Ray thought.

“I’m sorry,” Chet mumbled, turning to dart into the house.

With a smile on his face, Bobby Ray followed his coach inside. He caught up with Chet in the hallway and reached out to place a hand on the man’s broad back. “There’s no reason to apologise. I like the way I feel when you look at me.”

Chet finally turned to face Bobby Ray, resting his back against the doorframe. “You shouldn’t like it. It’s wrong, Bobby Ray.”

For the first time in his life, Bobby Ray hated the name he’d been strapped with as an infant. He wanted Chet to see him as a man, not a teenager from a hick town, not a football player. Bobby stepped closer until his body barely brushed Chet’s. “Call me Bobby, please. I’m eighteen. Old enough to know what I want and legal enough to get it.” Although he’d never kissed a man in passion, Bobby’s mouth slowly descended on Chet’s.

The first touch of Chet’s lips sent Bobby’s body into overdrive. He pressed further against the muscled body in front of him and opened his mouth. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could pull a kiss off unless he was shown the proper way, so Bobby parted his lips and prayed Chet would take advantage.

With a loud groan, Chet’s tongue thrust into his mouth as his fingers burrowed in Bobby’s thick hair. Chet’s free hand wrapped around Bobby’s waist and pulled their bodies together.

Bobby thrilled at the feel of Chet’s erection pressing against him. It was his first exploration and he couldn’t imagine a better teacher. He moved from side to side as Chet’s continued to explore his mouth. The rub of his cock against Chet’s was more than he ever thought it would be.

When Chet’s hand slipped down to run the length of Bobby’s crack through the Speedo, Bobby lost it. His body bucked against Chet’s as he broke the kiss to cry out. “Coach!”

The moment the word escaped Bobby’s mouth, Chet’s body went rigid. He pushed Bobby back and escaped into his room and slammed the door.

As relaxed as he ever had been, Bobby slumped against the bedroom door. “Chet? Did I do something wrong?” He looked down at the mess he’d made of Chet’s swim trunks. He tried the doorknob to no avail. “Please talk to me,” he begged.

“You’d better go change into your street clothes, Bobby Ray,” Chet eventually said through the closed door.

“Why?” Bobby pressed his palm against the door.

“I’m taking you to the airport.”

Bobby was left dumbfounded. Was he being thrown out? Had he made that big a fool of himself that Chet didn’t even want him to stay until morning? A thought suddenly occurred to him. He knows I’m a virgin.

Embarrassed, Bobby fled to the guestroom. While he dressed and gathered his clothes, he vowed to learn everything he could about pleasing a lover before the semester started. Maybe then Chet would see him as Bobby and not Bobby Ray.

“You about ready?” Ellen asked, walking into the living room.

Bobby started, coming out of his memory. He was glad he’d grabbed one of the sofa pillows to rest over his hard cock. “In a minute. Do you have the MRI film Dr Petterman gave you?”

“Shoot. I knew I was forgetting something.” Ellen hurried back into the kitchen.

Bobby used the excuse to toss the pillow to the couch and disappear into his room. Once behind his closed door, all it took was the memory of Chet’s desertion to ease the erection trapped behind his fly.

The memory of showing up on the Arizona campus
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only to find out Chet had quit and taken a job in Idaho had driven him that first year. He’d put every ounce of pain into training and performing on the field in an attempt to somehow show Chet what he’d missed out on by leaving like he had. When not one note came from Chet on Bobby being named to the All-American team his freshman year he was more determined than ever.

Bobby changed into a pair of jeans. He couldn’t help but wonder whether he was making a huge mistake by transferring to Idaho in an attempt to get closer to Chet. Maybe the kiss they’d shared years earlier hadn’t meant anything to Chet.

The thought that he was just another recruit in Chet’s eyes caused an ache in Bobby’s chest.
No
, he told himself. It wasn’t nonchalance he’d seen in Chet’s expression that night. Believing it was his lack of experience that had turned Chet away, Bobby had spent the first two-years indulging in secret dates with like-minded men in Arizona.

When the last man he’d spent time with had threatened to ‘out’ him to the press if he didn’t continue their relationship, Bobby had known his sexual education had to come to an end. With his father still alive and professional scouts attending every game, the last thing he had needed was to screw up his future for a night of fucking. He’d realised he could bed half the gay men in Arizona and none of them would ever compare to that one moment with Chet.

After the sudden death of his dad and the injury he’d sustained in the off-season, Bobby had begun laying the groundwork to transfer to Idaho. He’d even spoken to his mother about his feelings for Chet. In a surprise move, Ellen had wrapped her arms around Bobby and praised him for finally being honest with her.

It seemed his mom had known for years that Bobby wasn’t like most of the boys he’d grown up with. When Chet had come into the picture, she confessed she’d witnessed the mutual attraction, but according to her, she’d seen something more in Chet’s eyes on the night of Bobby’s graduation.

Bobby prayed that whatever his mom had seen in Chet’s eyes was still there when he got to Idaho.