Three Texas Swimmers
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)

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Chapter 1

This story is about some hot times I had as a high school senior about five years ago.  I grew up in the main city of the Texas Panhandle, Lubbock, home of Texas Tech University and the National Wind Power Center and about 250,000 sunbaked and windblown residents.  It’s not a particularly exciting city compared to places like Austin and Dallas, but it was a safe and mostly pleasant place to grow up.

My name is Richard Griffin but my friends call me Rick.  I turned 18 in the fall of my senior year.  I have a sister Eileen about two years younger.  She’s cool and we’re friends, although given the choice I would rather hang out with my best friends Randy and Mike.  Our dad is an English professor at Texas Tech and has published a successful sci-fi novel.  He’s working on the second book of a planned trilogy.  Our mom is the manager of the Radiation Technology Department at Texas Tech Med School Hospital.

By the time I became a senior at Lubbock’s Coronado High School, I was 6’1” tall and slender, but well built, if I say so myself.  I love swimming and I also work out consistently, starting when I was 13.  I don’t want to be a body builder, but I do want to keep my body in good shape so I can always be proud of how I look.

I got some good attention from the girls in school and had some good dates, but didn’t seemed to “click” with any of the girls.  So, I would just date casually sometimes and usually felt quite lucky to get a nice good-night kiss.  While some of the guys bragged about bagging this “slut” or that “whore,” I was content to just get through high school hoping to meet the right girl later, maybe in college, and then have a good life.  In the meantime, I concentrated on sports, mostly swimming, and was pretty successful at that.

Sometimes on weekends I would hang out with my bestie Randy Hammonds, who was also a great swimmer.  Often, we would include Mike Carpenter or other members of the swim team.  It gave us something fun to do to break the monotony of classes and swimming.  Late during our junior year, Randy began dating Gretchen Anderson, a Nordic beauty who was definitely considered an “A” in Coronado’s social hierarchy.  A month or so into our senior year, I started dating Melody Williams frequently, though we didn’t seem to have a high level of chemistry like the handsome Randy and beautiful Gretchen.

Typically, Randy, Mike, and I swam at Coronado’s pool for an hour every morning, from 6:45 to 7:45.  That left us half an hour to shower, dress, and get to our first period English class.  We had sixth period for swimming but actually worked out for half an hour and then swam for another hour.  That meant we routinely stayed about three-quarters of an hour past the end of school.  So, every day was long, but the schedule allowed us to develop our bodies and also to be the best swimmers we could be.  It also caused Randy and Mike to be my closest friends at school.

I swam in two main events, the 200-yard freestyle and the 400-yard relay, where I swam the anchor position.  I usually came in a tenth of a second behind Randy in the 200.  He was being watched by UT (University of Texas, to you Yankees) for a possible scholarship.  His other event was the 100-yard freestyle, where he had set the school record and the district record as a junior.  Mike swam the 100-yard butterfly and the 100-yard freestyle, but had not had as much success as Randy.

Regional Championship

In early February we had our regional meet at the Texas Tech University Natatorium here in Lubbock.  That was cool because my whole family and Melody and her dad were in the stands to root me on.  Being one of the local high schools, many students, faculty, and family members attended, too.  The community support probably helped us do our best.

Unbelievably, I beat Randy in the 200-yard freestyle and set a regional record at 1:37:11, just a fraction of a second above the state record.  Randy clocked in at 1:37:33.  I’m like an inch taller than him and that is probably what made the difference.  It was only the second time I had ever finished ahead of him and the other time he had just gotten over a cold.  Here’s us on the winners’ platforms.  You can see my disbelief at beating him.  Randy is, of course, the guy with the medal from the 100-yard freestyle race run earlier.  He had his fastest time ever in that race and was just a hundredth above the state record.  Needless to say, it was a pretty good meet for Coronado High.  Howard Fisher placed third in the 100-yard backstroke and Mike took second in the 100-yard butterfly, an excellent showing for him.

My relay team came in second because Alfred Thompson was slow getting off when it was his turn and we lost almost 2 seconds.  I made up about 1 second during my time, but we still got beat by Amarillo Palo Duro.  Still, I was pumped after the meet.  The relay team, which was John Wells, Kelly Rodriguez, Alfred, and me, would be headed to the state championship in Austin!  Randy, Mike, and I would also be going on individual events.

As you can see from this photo, Randy is a very attractive guy with a trim but solid body, a handsome face, and blond hair worn just long enough for it to fall into its natural curls all the girls find so “adorable.”  What you can’t see is that he also has a slender, but firm, butt that looks great in a pair of Speedo’s or Levi’s.  It’s difficult not to look at Randy when he’s around because he’s just great to look at.  Frankly, Mike and Alfred are also potential showstoppers with lean, muscular bodies and handsome faces.  Mike looks like a young Greek god to me.

The State Championship Meet

A couple of weeks later, we rode in the school van all day on Wednesday to get to Austin, where we checked into the Holiday Inn and then visited the UT Natatorium for an hour in the pool.  It felt good to hit the water after the drive.  We were allotted two lanes for our hour while other top swimmers had the other 6 lanes.  I must admit it was intimidating to see so many great swimmers in one pool at the same time.  Of course, we couldn’t do a real practice session, but it reminded us why we were there.

After dinner at an Applebee’s, we returned to the motel.  Coach Lane was in a room in the middle with John, Kelly, and Alfred on one side and Randy, Mike, and I on the other side.  Each room had 2 queen beds so we decided to flip a coin to see who got his own bed and who had to share.  On the first flip we all got heads and on the second flip Mike got heads again while Randy and I both got tails.  So, Mike got to sleep alone.  Curiously, I felt my heart-rate rise when it became clear I would be sleeping with the sexy Randy (in photo) for the next 3 nights.  We might be fierce competitors in the 200-yard freestyle, but we were great friends any other time.  I wondered why I was so excited to be sharing a bed with him.

We had to be up at 6:00 the next morning to drive up to a suburb called Round Rock, where Coach Lane had gotten us permission to use their pool for a practice swim at 7:00, so we were told to have lights out by 10:00 and were sent to our rooms at 9:00.  By 9:03 Mike had undressed, logged into the hotel wifi system, and opened up Pornhub.  Pretty soon the three of us were stripped to our briefs and sitting close on Mike’s bed watching some videos in a series called “Horny High School Honeys” in which a bunch of guys as old as our dads take three girls who looked like the cheerleaders at CHS, strip them down, and fuck them repeatedly in this sort of man cave recreation room that looked like someone’s basement.

I laughed when Randy pointed out that one particular girl, the blonde, bore a strong resemblance to our own Crystal Montgomery.  Mike opined that the girl in the flick wasn’t as slutty looking as Crystal.  That caused us all to go into fits of nervous laughter, but it didn’t cause any of us to lose the erections that were tenting our briefs.  Glancing to my side, I couldn’t help but notice that Randy’s impressive dick was standing straight up in his Calvin Klein’s and had leaked enough to make the point of the tent almost transparent.  Mike’s dick seemed to be a little shorter as it stretched toward me in his red Andrew Christian bikinis, but it appeared to be nicely thick.  Oooh.  It was also oozing enough precum so I could actually make out the piss slit in the head of his dick.  Just for the record, I think my trusty hard-on showed its superior length although it might be slightly (only slightly, mind you) thinner than Mike’s.

By the time the first “daddy” was shooting all over the brunette’s twat, Randy was tugging his Calvins off.  “Dudes, I can’t wait any longer,” he mumbled as his hand found his beautiful pink stalk and began to pull it rhythmically.  This was turning into a situation that was simultaneously exciting in the extreme and scary as hell for some reason. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Mike said in appreciation.  Soon he was pushing his red bikini down his thighs and reaching for his dick, too.  Shit, I thought, do they have to do this in front of me?

“Come on, Rick,” Randy said.  “Get with the program here.”

“Yeah,” Mike ordered, “whip it out!”

What was I to do?  I would embarrass my friends by not joining them, wouldn’t I?  I took a deep breath and grasped my geometric-patterned orange Jockeys, raised my butt off the mattress, and yanked them down to my knees.

Immediately the others scrutinized my steely dick.

“Nice,” Mike complimented.  “We’ve seen each other in the showers a gazillion times, but not with a full hard-on.”

“I always knew you’d be well hung,” Randy added with a sweet smile.

I looked into Randy’s blue eyes as I took hold of my thick 8 inches.

“You guys both have awesome dicks, dudes!” Mike effused.

“You, too,” I blurted out.  “You’re so thick!”

He grinned at me.  “Not too shabby, huh?”

“Nope.”

“We’ve all got great dicks,” Randy said proudly.

For the next 3 or 4 minutes, the only sounds in the room were the girls’ grunts and yelps coupled with the guys’ groans and moans, and our horny jacking sounds.  Mike’s hand slapped his tummy every time he hit a downstroke while he moaned softly.  Randy’s breathing was so deep it sounded raspy and he said “oh!” at least once every couple of seconds.  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched their hands on their dicks as I groaned and grunted, too. 

The first to come was Mike, who cried out “Oh, fuck!” while throwing one leg over Randy’s and one over mine causing the laptop to flop backwards onto the mattress between his knees.  A second later, cum shot straight up from his dick.  It flew higher than our heads before it plummeted straight down onto his thigh.

I think it was the touch of Mike’s calf on my shin that pulled my trigger because very suddenly I went from on-the-edge to a screaming orgasm that splashed upwards across my pecs and abs and, after 6 or 7 spurts, onto my pubes.

Meanwhile, Randy was only two seconds behind me with his dick-wads blasting across his thigh, his knee, and Mike’s leg.  “Oh, God!” he screamed repeatedly.

We nutted within seconds of each other and were left in messy exhaustion within seconds of each other, too.  We all lay there, backs against the pillows propped against the headboard, goo-covered hands gently rubbing angry-red dicks, muscular chests heaving to draw in sufficient air, and heads lolling off to the side.  In a sort of muffled way, we could still hear the sounds of sex on the porn video coming from the computer lying on its back like a dying cockroach.

After a few minutes, Mike pulled his well-formed legs back into his space and Randy got out of bed.  Quickly he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“Group shower!” Mike whispered to me with eyebrows that danced in a wicked pattern.  As he rolled out of bed on one side, I accepted the inevitable and rolled out on the other.

In a flash, Mike pulled back the shower curtain and stepped over the side of the tub.  I couldn’t help but notice the flexing of his sweet butt as he stepped up and over the side into the tub.  Shit!  What’s up with me tonight?

“What the …?” Randy yelped and then grinned when I followed Mike over the rim.

We shoved each other into and out of the water stream a few times to wash off the residue of the hottest jack-off session I’d ever had.  Three dicks plumped up again, but no one reached for anyone’s dick, including their own.

We all slept nude that night, which wasn’t as traumatic as I expected because we really did sleep.  Sometime in the night, I awoke to find Randy’s palm lying quietly on my thigh.  Although his hand didn’t move and he appeared to be sleeping soundly, my dick went from zero to almost 8½ inches in a couple of heartbeats.  “Fuck!” I thought as I gently lifted the hand off me and placed it on the mattress between us.  Then I turned away from him and managed to go back to sleep.

My last thoughts were: “I’ll think about what we did and what it means later.” 

To be continued...

Posted: 04/02/2021