Three Texas Swimmers
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 12
Relaxation

As we were moving through the hallway and kitchen and then down the stairs to Mike’s room, I threw a boner watching my buddies’ beautiful asses and imagining fucking them.  Holy shit, I was afraid I would stroke out just from the anticipation.  I hoped I would be able to do my part at letting them fuck me, as there was no way I was going to miss getting to do them!

At the bottom of the stairs, Mike turned toward us and held his arms open wide.  Obedient to his suggestion of a hug, both of us walked into his arms for a tight clench.  My boner was starting to hurt inside my Calvin’s.  Without releasing us from the hug, Mike said, “Guys, since it’s my idea, I think I should be first to bottom for you.  Unless one of you wants to be first.”

“No,” Randy answered quickly, “you can be first.”

“Yes, I don’t mind if you go first.”  Truth be told, I was relieved by his offer for a couple of reasons.  One, if it was too painful for him, Randy and I could beg off and forget the whole thing.  Two, I couldn’t wait to sink my hardon into his warm, pliant, and presumably very tight hole!

Mike, who has proved to be the best EVUH at preparing for a party, had filled the family’s camp cooler with ice and a bunch of bottled water and Coke, had a plethora of snacks on hand, and had three Fleet Enema boxes in his bathroom.  I snickered at his level of preparedness until I remembered he is an Eagle Scout.

“Hey, Mike,” I joked, “can you get a merit badge for this?”

Randy and Mike both laughed heartily at that.

“I’ll have to see if I can find one for new adventures or something like that.”

The next hour or so wasn’t nearly as disgusting as we’d all expected.  Just before we began the “cleansing” process, Randy realized we couldn’t do it at the same time as there was only one commode available to us.  We laughed as we imagined the logistical problems that were almost bound to happen if the three of us had been on the same schedule.

We read the instructions together and Mike added to them so say the internet (the all-knowing internet) said to rinse as many times as needed until the rinse water looks clear. 

While Mike did his thing, Randy and I stripped and flopped naked on his rug (where we had enjoyed the monumental 3-way kissing and JO session the first night of our “celebration” several weeks ago).  We held each other in a quiet time of cuddling for a while until we started chatting.  Randy was worried about the physical pain that could be involved in “taking your big cocks” but I reminded him that relaxing seems to be the key so your sphincter doesn’t fight the incoming cock. 

“We’ll take it as slow as you need and stop if it’s not working for you,” I assured him and then added, “I promise.”  That seemed to help him a lot.

I told Randy that I am more concerned about what all this says about our sexuality.  “I’m beginning to think maybe I’m completely gay instead of bi, like I had thought before.”

“Why?  Have you decided you don’t like girls anymore?”

“Not exactly.  I just don’t seem to notice them much anymore.  I notice every hot guy from the cursed Jim Byerman to hunky Mr. Romero and, of course, the delicious Coach Lane.”  Randy giggled.  “I mean, I’m starting to struggle in Civics because I’m so distracted by Mr. Romero’s enormous arms and pecs and his spectacular ass.”

“Not to mention his ginormous, bulging crotch,” he added.

I chuckled.  “Yes, we’d best not mention that or I might cum right now.”

“You are pretty hard,” Randy observed.  “So,” he said after a moment’s pause, “are you worried about liking fucking with guys too much?”

“Yeah, maybe.  I mean, I’ve always imagined getting married and having kids, not fucking you and Mike instead.”

“Well, gay couples can get married in a lot of states, you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s not quite what I imagined all my life.”

“Maybe you could do both.  You know, get married and have kids and still fuck Mike and me.” 

We both snickered.  “Maybe so,” I mused.  “That’s like having your cake and eating it, too!”

He smiled warmly at me.  “I’ll always love you whether you turn out to be gay, bi, or straight.”

I kissed him thankfully.  “What a sweet thing to say.  Will you marry me and have my babies?”

He giggled and kissed me back.  “Maybe I’ll marry you, but I won’t have your babies.  I don’t want to ruin my figure!”

“I wouldn’t want that either,” I laughed.  “I guess we’ll have to adopt then.”

At that moment Mike walked out of the bathroom and caught us embracing and laughing.  “It’s nice to see you two having so much fun.”

“We are,” I said.  “You guys, I’ve never had as much fun with anyone as I have with you the last month or so.”

“Ditto,” Randy said, “but I’ll kill anyone who tells that to Gretchen.”

Mike joined our laughter.  “I’d have to agree with you guys.  Your warm mouths around my cock and your cocks in my throat are just the best things ever!”

Randy went for cleansing next and Mike took his place on the rug in my arms. 

“How was it?” I asked.

“My enema?”

I nodded.

“Okay, I guess.  I got clear water after the second rinse.  I do feel different now.  Sort of lighter and more open inside.”

“The better to take my awesomely big dick, my dear!”

He laughed and hugged me.  He blew warm breath into my ear as he whispered, “Absolutely, stud!”

When Randy came out, it was my turn.  I’ll spare you the play by play, but about 25 minutes later, I returned to the bedroom, feeling that light and open feeling Mike had described.

“Okay, let’s shower,” Mike directed.

I turned around, went back into the bathroom, and stepped into the shower.  I turned the faucet and moved to the side to wait for the water to get hot.  Then I waved Randy and Mike in with me.  We had a lovely 3-way shower with gentle massaging of backs and arms along with washing.  We carefully cleaned each other’s dick so as not to get anyone too carried away with desire yet. 

At one point I looked at Mike and realized his mouth was drawing me in for a kiss, so I kissed him and then Randy.

Mike turned me to face the wall and gently washed my asshole, which was a surprisingly erotic event, especially when he slipped a finger inside.  The rubbing inside was quite relaxing, not just to my sphincter but to me all over.  After a minute or so, I felt a second finger snake in beside the first and realized Randy’s finger had joined Mike’s.  I didn’t know why, but that was just the hottest thing I had never imagined.  The first finger had been easy to accept, but the second one forced me to work at relaxing.  When a third finger pushed in with the other two, I felt a short stab of minor pain. 

From over my shoulder, I heard Mike breathe, “Push, like you’re taking a dump.”

That seemed unsafe until I remembered there was nothing inside me that could come out.  I pushed and the bit of pain magically disappeared.  “Damn,” I moaned.

“You okay?”

“Yep.  Fine.”

After 2 or 3 minutes of the triple-finger fuck, they slowly withdrew.  Mike patted my butt cheek and told me to move.  He positioned Randy against the wall and showed me how to fuck my friend’s ass with my finger.  With all our attention on Randy’s amazing bubble butt, I felt my desire for his ass increase five-fold in an instant.  It was so beautifully round and firm with the slightest hint of very blond hair covering it.  Randy truly possessed a world-class ass!  “Your ass is incredibly sexy,” I whispered over Randy’s shoulder as Mike slipped his index finger into it.  Watching his finger disappear from view was fascinating and ridiculously hot!

When I slipped my index finger in beside Mike’s, I was startled by the firmness and smoothness of Randy’s sphincter.  He moaned as our fingers sawed in and out of him and seemed to react a bit when Mike put his middle finger in with our index fingers.  This was highly erotic to me, too.  In due time, Mike motioned to me and we withdrew our fingers one at a time. 

“My turn!” Mike announced and he switched places with Randy.  I was overcome by the vision of Mike’s awesome ass, too, and contemplated briefly pushing Randy aside and shoving my cock into the lovely hole without waiting.  Of course, I didn’t follow that instinct and, instead, enjoyed shoving two fingers into him instead.  He grunted and pushed back forcing his ass onto our fingers.  My breath caught and I glanced at Randy, who mouthed, “That was hot!”  We worked Mike’s sphincter until it seemed to quit fighting us, then we pulled out.

Soon we were out and dried off.  That was when I started to get nervous.  Were we really going to do this?  Go full-on gay?  It seemed to be what we all wanted, although our comfort levels were clearly not exactly the same.  Nevertheless, I felt we each had developed enough curiosity we needed to find out what butt-fucking was like and I knew there would never be a safer or easier way to experiment with it than right here and now.

“Did you get condoms?” Randy asked.

Mike and I stared at him.  “No,” Mike said.  “No one is going to get pregnant.”

“Of course not,” Randy smirked, “but they also prevent disease.”

“True,” I agreed.

“I understood that none of us have ever had sex with anyone else,” Mike said.  “Is that no longer true?”

“True for me,” I said.

“True for me,” Randy said.

“True for me, too,” Mike said.  “So, none of us could have a venereal disease.  No need for condoms.”

“You’re right, my prince.”  Randy smiled.

Mike’s Turn, First Part

Mike plopped into the middle of his queen-size bed, resting on his wide-spread knees.  “Jeez!” I exclaimed as I saw his pucker surrounded by short curly hairs as dark as the ones on his head.  Randy reached for the tube of KY jelly on Mike’s nightstand.  I wondered where that had come from, but assumed it was part of Mike’s scouting preparedness.  Just then I remembered something almost every porn video we’d seen had included but we were about to skip.

“Wait!” I commanded Randy as I held out my hand to stop him before he used the KY.  Randy looked at me with a quizzical expression while I moved into place behind Mike’s ass.  As I leaned forward, I heard a small gasp from Randy, but I was undeterred in my act.  Soon I could direct a gentle flow of my warm breath right onto Mike’s anus. 

In response, Mike gasped loudly and then said, “Ohhhh!”  His hole opened for a split second and then closed again but looked as if it was gently vibrating for a couple of seconds.  All that response from a simple blow.  I was amazed!  I blew again and Mike reacted almost as much. 

Behind me, Randy let out a little whistle as he touched my back gently as if to offer me some emotional support.

I curled my tongue to the side and allowed it to just touch Mike’s delectable butt at the point where the butt cleft was curving up into the butt cheek.  I wasn’t sure he would feel such a feather-light lick, but his whole body jerked and he gasped, “Oh my god!”  His entire butt twitched and his hole winked at me!  I couldn’t believe it.  I began moving my face around a bit, blowing a soft wind onto his cheeks, tickling the little hairs all around, and occasionally touching skin with my tongue.  Ever so slowly I moved inward until finally I licked just the hairs immediately around his anus.  “OH!”  He moaned loudly and gasped out, “Oh, fuck, man!”

Intellectually I knew his body was as fresh as it could ever be short of having been Cloroxed, but I still had to work to overcome the idea of putting my mouth on the exact place where he shits every day.  (Thanks for that cautionary thought, Good Rick.)  But, I had also gotten really turned on by his unexpectedly strong responses to the slightest actions on my part.  Who would ever guess a few well-focused exhales and a couple of barely-there licks could get such strong physical and verbal responses?  I took a deep breath and caught the unmistakable scent of Mike’s body wash I had actually used on him just a few minutes earlier. 

Below his hole, his nice ballsac hung inticingly.  I couldn’t see his dick from my perspective, so I reached under his balls and found a thick appendage pointing under his abs at his face.  Gently, I took his thick boner into my hand.  Mike moaned and twitched a bit.  I didn’t stroke him, just squeezed ever so lightly.  I paused for a couple of seconds as I empowered Bad Rick to punch Good Rick in the jaw so I could do what I had to do, regardless of any objections coming from that killjoy Good Rick.  As Bad Rick dusted off his palms after dispatching Mr. Killjoy, I leaned in a fraction of an inch, just far enough that my next soft lick would hit pay dirt.

In a very high-pitched voice, the manly Mike cried out, “Aw-wa-eeeiow!”  I would probably have laughed at the absurd sound had I not been overcome with the sheer erotic overload I was getting from just touching his hole this way.  Such an extremely personal thing!  Even after witnessing dozens of jaded porn bottoms’ extreme reactions to such minor touches, I was still taken aback by the intensity of Mike’s responses. 

“Holy shit!” Randy cried out.

I squeezed Mike’s cock a couple of times, then released it so I could reach around Mike’s butt and grab both pelvic bones before I moved back in to lick him a lot more.  He went into a less embarrassing display of sexual bliss but still moaned and whimpered continuously as I found my pleasure in pleasuring the man I love.  (Sorry, Randy, I love you, too, but at this moment it was Mike taking up my loving attention.)  As I washed his ass with my saliva, Mike squirmed as if so many electrical signals were being generated they had to be dissipated as quickly as possible.  It was lucky I had grabbed his pelvic bones or he might have thrown me off like a bucking bronco!  Oh, fu-uck, this was exciting!  I could do this all night!

After a while, I   began pressing directly on Mike’s sphincter with the end of my tongue.  Sure enough, just like it does with a finger press, his sphincter relaxed and my tongue pushed inside a quarter of an inch.  Mike reacted as if I had shoved my rock-hard dick all the way into him instead of a bit of my velvety tongue.  He almost shrieked, “A-ow-ieee!  God!”  He wiggled his ass so powerfully he would have tossed me into the floor if I hadn’t had a firm grip on his pelvises.

I guess my demonstration had convinced Randy to give it a try as his hand on my back sort of slapped me lightly as he said, “Let me have a turn.”

For a few seconds I ignored Randy as my tongue pushed a bit deeper and took in the taste (body soap) and feel (like the inside of a perfectly crafted rubber pipe covered in satin and pulsating with life).  The texture of my velvet tongue within his warm, firm, living, silky tunnel had me transfixed in my own overload of sublime sexy sensations.  I didn’t want to yield my pleasure to Randy; however, he began slapping my back with his hand. 

Finally, after exploring as deeply as I could, I pulled my tongue out into the cold, boring air of the room and turned to look at Randy.  “This is awesome,” I grinned.

“So, let me try.”

“If you insist.”  I moved across Mike’s leg and yielded my spot to Randy.  As my buddy moved up and bent over to feast on Mike’s incredible ass, I twisted onto my back and scooted under Randy to grasp his drippy cock in my mouth.

Mike renewed his whimpering and jerking and shouting out, mostly overpowering Randy’s less-intense moaning into Mike’s butthole in response to my working his cock.

After a couple of minutes of this sensuous intensity, I backed out from under them and located the KY jelly tube.  I squirted a healthy dollop on my fingers while bumping Randy’s shoulder with mine.  Reluctantly, he withdrew his tongue and snapped, “What?”

“If you’ll move, I’ll lube his tube for you.”

Randy shot a sort of “holy-shit” look at me and grinned.  It was a gorgeous sight to see Randy’s beautiful face looking at me only an inch from Mike’s quivering hole.  I motioned him to back away, which he did.  I positioned my two fingers at the amazing winking pucker and gently touched it.

“Oh!” Mike cried.  “That’s cold!”

“Sorry,” I said.  “I’ll warm it up soon.”  I began pushing my digit into Mike, turning it in order to smear the grease all the way around the interior of his soon to be filled tube of flesh.

He moaned loudly and tossed his head from side to side while pushing his butt back to meet my thrusts.  I swear he opened wider and my second finger entered him without any resistance.  Soon Randy reached out with two lubed fingers.  Two? I thought.  That makes a lot of fingers for one little hole.

Mike squirmed on my fingers and whimpered as I thrust into him more vigorously.  Randy placed his index finger beside mine and slowly slid in.  Mike held still as he pushed back more.  “Oh, fuck!” he muttered.  Randy didn’t wait but followed quickly with his middle finger, too.  “Ohhh!”  Mike’s butt pushed back toward us and arched upward.  I felt his prostrate bump and he shouted, “Yeah!  Oh, fuck!”

Randy and I pushed into our buddy’s most private place, pulling and twisting, our fingers almost entwining within the tropical place.  Mike writhed and whimpered.  We both were transfixed and sawed away at his butthole like we were in a trance.  And perhaps we were.  I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

Mike finally cried out, “Now!  Please!  Give me cock!”

Not one to ignore a virgin begging for cock, I guess, Randy immediately rose above me, pulling his fingers out and rapidly slathering his quite-ready erection with KY.  He moved into position to penetrate our own Greek god as I pulled my fingers out to make way for the beautiful pink shaft.  As quickly as I could, I moved to Mike’s side and said, “Don’t forget, Randy, go slow and easy.” 

He glared at me for a second and then looked back at the most interesting part of Mike’s anatomy at the moment.  He sort of parked his cockhead against Mike’s desperate hole and said, “Are you sure, babe?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Mike cried out in a desperate voice.  “I need it!”

Randy increased the pressure as I watched with baited breath, my hand resting lightly on his back just above his own beautiful butt.

Suddenly Randy’s cockhead popped in, disappearing from view in that most unique way.  Mike threw his head back, which arched his spine a bit and changed the angle of their connection slightly.  In a strangled voice, Mike grunted out, “Oh, my.”  Randy stopped moving completely.  Mike gasped.

I slithered over until I was at the side of Mike’s face/  Quietly I said, “Are you okay?”

He had pushed all the way up from the mattress, thus raising his whole body, his head hanging down as he drew in large deep breaths.  Also hanging down was his cock, that was shrinking away from the full erection he had had moments ago.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “just give me a second.”

I caught Randy’s eye and held up my palm to signal for him to wait.

Mike’s face was red and his breathing still a bit ragged.  “Oh,” he said quietly.  After 10 to 12 seconds, he looked at me and smiled. 

I smiled back and looked up at Randy.  “Go,” I said.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/07/2021