Three Texas Swimmers by Kenneth Kirk

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When I gave Randy permission to “Go,” the novice blond top started leaning his body toward the round mounds of the darkly handsome novice bottom, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into the former virgin. With a low guttural growl, Mike exhaled a long “Ohhhhhhhh” until Randy had gone as deep as he could go. Mike’s face was erotic as hell with a sort of vulnerable slackness that suggested this would not be a good time to make any life-altering decisions. He looked as if he was in the deepest level of concentration, probably even deeper than when he took the SAT.

“God,” he groaned as he shook his head slowly. “It feels so hot! So hard! Like it’s in up to my chest.”

I was fascinated by Mike’s response, which didn’t seem negative, just completely in awe. Damn! My cock throbbed as I looked at Randy. He didn’t have the vulnerable look I could see on Mike, but he seemed every bit as unbelieving of what he was feeling. He looked more like a kid on Christmas who has just opened a big present to find a live puppy jumping around inside the box.

“Damn, Mike, I can’t believe how good you feel inside!” He smiled as he held his buddy’s hips. I stroked Mike’s back, thinking that might help him relax more. “Your ass is so smooth inside!”

I grinned at my friends who were so freaked out about the great pleasure they were experiencing in their first seconds of connection.

Randy smiled as he withdrew slowly. He paused with just his cockhead still inside that moist warm hole. I thought he was gauging how far he could pull back without pulling out. After a brief pause, he reversed his movement and the pink shaft began disappearing again. Mike groaned until Randy’s abdomen rested against Mike’s pretty butt cheeks. When Randy was fully inserted, Mike exhaled, “Uh.”

For the next couple of minutes Randy thrust into Mike with a moderate tempo. Mike quietly breathed “Ohhh” as he was filled with dick followed by an “Ooof” when he was full. This was amazingly hot to watch and I could not resist slowly stroking my raging boner as my best friends mated.

As I moved toward Mike’s lower end, I grabbed the KY and quickly coated my cock with the slicky stuff. Randy backed out of my way and I jumped into position between Mike’s legs. Mike’s hole stared at me, open enough to fit my finger without a stretch. Damn, I wanted him so bad! I put the end of my cock against the opening and leaned forward. There was a slight resistance but instantly his sphincter yielded and my dickhead slipped out of sight.

“Oh my god!” I cried as I experienced my first moment of the warm cocoon-like, awesomely snug environment of Mike’s asshole. “Damn, baby, you feel amazing!” I paused with only a couple of inches inside him.

Mike grunted when I broke through the nominal resistance and was still when I stopped pressing to give him time to adjust. Within seconds he ordered me to “slide it in, dude.”

As I slowly pushed further into his body, he arched his back and pulled my dick slightly down as we got realigned. His ass walls gripped my cock in a 360-degree wraparound that extended from the leading edge of my dick helmet as far as my dick had advanced in its quest to possess him. It put JOs and BJs to shame (with the possible exception of a first-class deep throat I hadn’t experienced yet). The penetration was like being squeezed in every direction on every cell of my cock. This first thrust was so unique and so terribly erotic, I was aware that my sexual build-up had moved dangerously near ejaculation level already. When I had no more dick to dedicate to filling Mike’s ass, I paused with my pubes smashed against his twin mounds of joy. I held perfectly still to allow my urge to blow to calm down. Mike took my stillness as a sign of giving him control, I guess, because he pulled away from me (which turned the squeeze around and basically pushed my ass out – but not all the way). He paused and started to push back on me!

“Wait, Mike!” I called out, desperately trying to halt the immense sensations to my dick. “Don’t move. I don’t want to cum so soon.”

He stopped immediately. “I don’t want you to either. I deserve a lot more than you’ve given me so far.”

“Hell, no! It feels great. It’s just that I feel completely full like I couldn’t take any thicker dick than you without splitting open.”

Of course, when Mike praised the size of my cock, it throbbed inside him. Out of pride maybe? I waited a few more seconds and then felt the urge had passed, so I held onto his hips and pushed further into him. When I was 8 ½ inches deep into him, I paused.

I leaned down to place a loving kiss on the back of his neck. “Uhhhhm,” he purred. “How about a nice, energetic fuck now, Rick?”

“You got it, babe,” I gushed before kissing his neck again. Then I raised myself until my back was nearly as erect as my dick. I waited a second before pulling back until only my cockhead remained inside his sphincter. I took note of how my hips were positioned and then pushed into him with much great force than before. It took only about half a second to travel the 7 additional inches until I was buried balls-deep again.

I pulled back as quickly as I could and wondered how fast my dick was traveling to cover those 7 fabulous inches every half second. I made a mental note to work out the Algebra later.[i] This time, I didn’t pause as Mike’s sphincter squeezed my dickhead so very nicely. I reversed my thrust as quickly as I could and powered into his bowels until my belly stopped my forward motion. I pumped him as fast as I could, encouraged by his cries of “Oh” and “Yeah” and “Fuck.”

When I started to feel my urge rising again, I slowed and stopped. I leaned down across Mike’s muscled back and whispered, “I’m going to give Randy another turn, but I’ll be back to feed my dick to your asshole some more.” Before I could pull out, I felt Mike’s ass walls clench on my cock as if trying to keep me there. “Oh, babe,” I moaned. When the pressure relaxed, I pulled on out.

Randy quickly resumed his deep thrusts as Mike went back into a sort of sexual trance. Randy followed my lead, I think, and pumped much faster and harder this time than with his first time. As my buddies mated, I tried to make sense of the myriad strong physical and emotional stimuli I had received in my brief maiden voyage (funny term here, huh?) into Mike’s love tunnel. I felt more masculine than ever, having just possessed and controlled (dominated?) such a well-muscled, athletic young man. At the same time, I felt more connected to him than I had ever felt to any other person. And I felt more turned on than ever before. And I knew I would gladly fuck Mike every chance I got – forever.

I gave Randy maybe 3 minutes to pump Mike, before I pulled on his elbow so he would pull out and allow me another turn.

This time I was not so shocked by how good Mike’s interior fuck-zone felt, but I think I was able to appreciate and interpret the feelings more completely. I varied my speed, the depth of individual thrusts, the power of my thrusts, and began to want to change the alignment of our bodies. When Randy touched my elbow, I slowed to a stop and pulled my turgid dick from its magnificent sheath.

Randy grinned and together we simply flipped Mike over like a muscley pancake. Mike pulled his knees up to his chest and Randy blew him a kiss as he shoved his hot pink wiener back into Mike’s bun. I leaned over Mike’s delicious abdomen to give him a sexy kiss on the lips, which he must have welcomed because his mouth flew completely open as I approached. His tongue met my lips as we connected and within a nanosecond we were sharing the most passionate kiss I had yet experienced.

After a couple of minutes of spectacular oral interplay, I lifted my head away from Mike’s gorgeous face. He looked up at me, open, intense, vulnerable, expectant. “Are you ready for me to give you my cock again?”

Very quickly I pushed Randy out of his position, settled on my haunches, found the gaping hole of my dreams, and shoved my anxious cock all the way into him in one mighty lunge.

That response drove me beyond anything I could have imagined. This gorgeous man wanted me. He wanted my cock. He wanted my cock deep in his asshole. He wanted my cock fucking him hard and fast. Shit, I almost came. So, I stopped deep inside him. I leaned down and kissed him again. Our tongues dueled for a few seconds before I pulled away. Slowly I resumed my thrusts into his heat. I was having the best moments of my life as I drove so relentlessly into this accepting, loving hole that wanted and needed me. I knew these moments would end soon if I kept going. So, with enormous will power, I stopped and withdrew.

“Randy’s going to fuck you now.” As we changed places so Randy could drive his dick into Mike, I said a bit sternly, “He’s going to fuck you until you cum and then he’s going to fuck you until he cums.”

Mike looked almost stupid as he took in my instructions. When he understood, he blushed, “Oh, fuck!” he moaned. A big blob of precum appeared at the end of his dick as it bounced above his washboard like a metronome keeping time with Randy’s fuck-rhythm. The look on Randy’s face was priceless as he heard his unexpected assignment.

I squirted some KY onto my palm and reached out, gently curling my hand around Mike’s thick column of solid young manmeat. As my fist closed tightly on this prize, Mike moaned loudly, “Ooooh! Fuck!”

Slowly I stroked him several times. Then I tightened my grip and jacked him hard. After a few seconds, Mike was gasping and thrashing around on the bed. I knew he was just about to cum, so I dead-eyed him and demanded, “Cum, Mike, cum!” His balls retracked into his groin with a loud slapping sound. “Now!” I shouted.

“Ooooh!” Mike screamed and began shooting long strings of his delicious spunk onto his face, chest, and abs. “Aaaiiieeee! Oh, oh, oh!”

With Mike’s first blast, Randy gasped. With the second blast, he yelled, “Fu-uck! I’m cumming!” And with Mike’s third blast, Randy apparently began filling Mike’s hot ass with his own spunk.

When they were both still, I looked down at the ocean of semen stretched from Mike’s navel to his chin. I leaned down and carefully licked up every bit of his essence, relishing the familiar nuances of flavor contained in Mike’s personal sauce. Then I opened my mouth and tilted my head so Mike could see how much of his cum I had captured on my tongue. He grew wide-eyed. “Fuck,” he said quietly.

I turned toward Randy and showed him what I had harvested from the plains of Mike’s torso. Bringing my tongue back into my mouth, I very carefully said to Rick, “Get on your knees!”

[i] A few days later I did work out the Algebra and got 0.8 miles per hour. I admit I was disappointed in the answer because it had felt like I was going a lot faster than that. I estimate it would take a 10-inch cock with 8-inch thrusts to get up to 1 mile per hour. Math is fun!