My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approached me with the concept and offered to pay all expenses if I would be willing to go undercover to experience college life firsthand. I was admittedly rather hesitant since I am a rather modest person with limited experience in the world of parties and sex, but I agreed when he told me that the project might lead to a book project and possibly an independent art film. It seemed like a promising way to take my career to a new level, and so I accepted the challenge. I vowed to push myself to explore experiences I might otherwise have avoided, and, in the end, I surprised myself with a newfound sense of courage and adventure. Here is a chapter in my series titled "Coed Confidante".
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I have been a competitive swimmer since high school and spent many summers teaching swimming classes at our local park district. I am enrolled in a class at the university to get my coaching certification, and one requirement of the course is to complete a four-week intern assignment. I had imagined I would be assigned to one of the women's swim teams at the university or maybe a team at the local high school, so I was surprised to find out that my intern assignment was the JV men's team at the university. I was not sure how I would be accepted by a bunch of male jocks, but I had to smile when I saw that the team practices at the old gym—the same place I had experienced my sorority initiation and met Jason a few weeks earlier.
It was a Monday afternoon when I reported for my intern assignment. I stood on the familiar pool deck with Coach Cooper as we waited for the swimmers to come out from the locker room. He had told me in advance that I would be working with about fifteen swimmers on the JV squad, but I really did not know much more about the swim program yet. I felt I was prepared for my new assignment, but I was more than a little surprised when I saw the first guy exit the locker room and step into view. He was completely naked. Following him, several more guys stepped onto the pool deck, each as naked as the first. Within minutes, I was standing in front of a long line of very fine looking nude swimmers as they looked at me and waited for instructions. Their broad smiles suggested that they knew about the situation ahead of time and were eagerly waiting to see my reaction.
"What do you think about your team?" Coach Cooper laughed. "Pretty fine looking athletes, you have to admit!"
"Amazing," I replied nervously," though I was expecting them to be wearing swimsuits."
"No need for suits since the JV practices are not coed. Cuts down on the laundry between practices and gives the guys a sense of freedom when they practice.
"Does this mean that I am expected to lose my suit as well when I coach them?" I asked nervously.
"Totally up to you," Coach Cooper replied. "Depends on whether you plan to get in the water with them, I guess. I'm usually in sweats like this when I'm coaching, but I'm sure the boys would have no problem with you leading our practices in the buff if you want. Ain't that right guys?"
"I'm sure they would love it, but I will stay dressed," I answered with a sense of relief in my voice. "You sure this won't be a problem with the team? How about the Athletic Department?"
"The AD is on board with this plan and he sees no problems," Coach Cooper replied quickly. "Of course, you are free to back out if you are uncomfortable with the arrangement here."
"No, I'm sure I can handle it," I shot back with some hesitation, "as long as it is okay with the team and the administration. I need to complete this intern assignment to get credit for my coaching class."
At this point, my thoughts were swirling as I looked at the line of nude male swimmers standing just a few feet away from me. I knew I had to present an air of confidence, so I quickly got to work and began to lay out some instructions for the practice. Within minutes, they were all in the water and swimming laps under my guidance. As I watched their muscular athletic bodies glide through the water, I was reminded again of the beauty of the human form. I wondered what my friends would say when I told them I was coaching fifteen gorgeous bare-assed guys. I've seen a few cocks in my time, but nothing to compare with the amazing and diverse specimens on display in front of me. I smiled when I remembered that my intern assignment was scheduled to last four weeks.
About midway through the practice, Coach Cooper came over to me and pointed to the diving well at the far end of the pool. "Didn't I read that you did some competitive diving?" he asked.
"That's right," I replied. "But that was in high school. Why do you ask?"
"Diving was never a specialty of mine, so I'm afraid I am not really able to give those guys the kind of quality instruction they need. I was hoping you could spend about half your time every practice working with the divers on their technique. I can cover the lap training here."
I nodded and walked over to the diving well. There were three guys taking reps on the one-meter board, and they all stopped when they saw me approach. I told them to carry on and I watched them closely as they each tried a series of dives. After about ten minutes, I called them over to give them some pointers.
"Coach Cooper asked me to help you with your technique," I said. "I did some competitive diving in high school, so I might be able to help. From what I observed, you guys are already doing pretty well, but I do have some suggestions."
"It's a cinch you would be more help than Coach," one of the guys replied, "and you are definitely easier on the eyes than him!"
"We're open to suggestions," a second diver added. "As it is, we're basically coaching ourselves over here."
As I began to share my observations, I noticed that they all drew much closer to me as I spoke. It was one thing to watch a bunch of guys swimming laps in the pool, but it seemed even stranger to have three nude guys all standing just a few feet away from me. I'm sure I must have looked distracted as I offered up some suggestions, and it quickly became obvious that they were all more interested in ogling my body than in the tips I was sharing. At that moment, I realized that I should have worn a more traditional swimsuit instead of the thin competition suit I had picked out to wear. Competition suits do not leave much to the imagination, and at that moment, I felt almost as naked as the three guys who were eyeing me so closely. When I had finished my comments, I walked over to the one-meter board and motioned them to join me.
"Let me watch as you go through your dives one more time," I said. "This time, try to focus on your form throughout each dive and not just the twists. Judges reward divers who maintain poise and control on the board, in the air, and at the point of entry in the water."
