Three Texas Swimmers
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 19

Graduation

Graduation came and went.  I was beat out for Valedictorian but did manage to win Salutatorian, which was fine with me.  There were lots of parties.  Randy and Melody also graduated with honors, so we were all pleased and relieved.

After the ceremony, the PTA ladies put on a small reception in the school cafeteria.  It basically consisted of punch and cookies, but did allow people to mingle and congratulate or be congratulated.  I was standing with Mike when Coach Lane came up to shake hands with us.

“Congratulations, guys!” he said with a big smile.  “I’m going to miss you on the team next year.”

With a twinkle in his eye, Mike said quietly, “Yes, sir.  We aren’t your students anymore.”  Then he winked and grinned from ear to ear.

I can’t believe how often Mike says the things I want to say but am too chicken to mention.

Coach’s eyes grew wide and I wondered if he might be blushing under his lovely tanned complexion.  Then he smiled and whispered, “I’m fully aware of that, my friends.”  Then he winked at Mike and again at me.

When he walked away, I turned to my buddy and summarized my response succinctly.  “Fu-uck!” I whispered.

Mike looked at me with a very serious expression.  “We’re gonna get that, Rick!”  There was no question he meant it.

 *******

Melody and I joined Randy and Mike to attend a party thrown by Mr. (pant-pant) Anderson and his lovely wife in honor of Gretchen.  I thought I would swoon when he gave me a congratulatory hug as we arrived.  Damn!  This attraction to men was becoming quite ever-present for me. 

There were about 50 graduates and dates at the party, too, so there was a lot of eye-candy, including Alfred Thompson, Paul Miller, Joe Tankersley, and Asshole Jim Byerman.  I cannot stand Jim, but I also cannot resist scoping out his packed crotch when he’s around.  He’s a hot dude.  I just wish he wasn’t so stuck on himself.

The graduation party at the Anderson’s went well and closed out our high school days in good style.  Most of the party took place on the Anderson’s spacious patio and backyard.  They did not have a pool to take up space and create a hazard with a bunch of crazy teens around.  The night was lovely with lots of stars and a beautiful crescent moon.  The temps were in the high 60’s, I think, so it was cool but not cold. 

Toward the end of the night, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see who it was.  Much to my surprise and chagrin, I found myself inches away from the handsome face of Jim Byerman.  We’d never had a friendly conversation in all the years we’d been in school together, so I was taken aback that he was seeking me out like this.  I just stared at him.  Obviously, he was rather nervous.

After a couple of awkward seconds as we stared each other down, Jim cleared his throat and said, “Hi, Rick.  I know we’ve never been friends but I wanted to tell you something since this might be the last time we’re ever in the same room.”

Somehow, he was making me very uncomfortable.  “Uhm, yeah?” I croaked.

“I want you to know that I admire you a great deal.”

I was stunned and just stared slack-jawed at him.

“You’re so smart – wow!  You’re such a good athlete and good-looking with such a great body.  And yet, you are one of the nicest guys at Coronado.” 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  I tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound conceited or stupid.

“I regret that we could never be friends,” he said with a bit of a catch in his voice.  “I know I’ve missed out on a great experience.”

“Uh, wow, Jim, I, uhm, don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.  I just thought you should know that sometimes people you don’t notice are noticing you.”

He held out his hand to shake and I accepted it, probably the first time we had ever touched each other.

He smiled again and said, “I hope all your dreams come true.”

“Thanks,” I said and we released our hands.  As he started to turn around, I added lamely, “Yours, too.”

Randy came up a minute after Jim left.  “What was that all about?”

I pulled Randy into a corner of the backyard away from everyone and repeated the conversation as best I could. 

When I was done, he smiled and clapped me on the bicep.  “Now, don’t you feel like an asshole after all the times you’ve dissed him?”

“I sure do.”  I felt like an abject failure.  “What can I do?”

“Maybe an apology for not trying to get to know him?”

“Good idea.”  We talked over a couple of options and I got in my mind what I wanted to say.  “Thanks, good buddy,” I told Randy.

I went immediately in search of Jim, but couldn’t find him anywhere.  Finally, Albert told me he saw Jim leave right after he and I had talked.  I was crestfallen.

“Is everything okay?” the handsome Albert asked.

“Yeah.  I guess so.  I’m just an asshole.”

“Look, Rick,” Albert said, “I don’t know why you would say that.  You are so not an asshole.  You’re a great dude, so whatever is bugging you, don’t get down on yourself.  You just finished an extremely successful high school career and you’re headed to a fantastic college experience and a great life ahead.”

I smiled at his attempt to build me up.  It had worked, too.  I felt a lot better.  “Thanks, Al.  You’re a great friend.  And, you made me feel a lot better.  Congratulations on graduation!”

“You, too,” he said.

Borrowed Wisdom

After the party, I went to Mike’s basement love nest with Randy for some much-needed sucking and fucking.  In actuality, I probably needed their loving companionship more than I needed the outstanding sex we had, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

Over breakfast the next morning, I shared with my besties how lousy I was still feeling about Jim Byerman’s very kind words at the party.

“I think you need to talk with him, dude,” Mike opined.  “Clearly, you feel like crap about it, so you need to apologize or whatever to be able to get it off your mind.”

“I’m afraid I have to agree,” Randy agreed.  “You’ve told us about a zillion times that Jim is an A-hole, but I never quite knew why you feel that way about him.  Now you’re feeling, what, guilty?”

“Yes, very guilty.  I never liked him because he always seemed so stuck up, like he was too good to waste his time talking to me when he could be chatting up some girl.”

Mrs. Carpenter, who was at the sink washing up some dishes while we ate, dried her hands and walked up next to the empty place at the table.  “Could I butt in here?” she asked politely.

“Of course, ma’am,” I said.

“I have a few years more experience than you guys do, so maybe I can add something to your thought process.  I don’t know any of the particulars to this situation and I don’t really know this other boy, but it has been my experience that most people who seem stuck up are actually just very shy and afraid of rejection, so they don’t risk rejection by putting themselves out there to try to make friends.  Maybe he has wanted to be friends with you for years but didn’t think you wanted to be friends with him.”

I felt like shit. 

Apparently, it was obvious I felt like shit because Mike said, “I don’t think you’re making him feel better, Mom.”

Mrs. Carpenter smiled at all of us.  “I’m not trying to make you feel better, Rick.  I’m trying to offer you some ideas that might help you figure out why you’re taking this so hard and what you ought to do to make yourself feel better.”

I smiled back at her.  “Thank you, Mrs. Carpenter.  I had never thought about Jim being shy or fearful of rejection, but you’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“I’m glad, Rick.  Don’t be in too much of a rush to somehow ‘fix’ this, but when you understand your own feelings better, I think it would be wise to talk with Jim.  He actually sounds like a pretty great guy to me.”

Working Men

On Monday I started my summer job as a lifeguard at Lubbock Country Club.  It was a wonderful job because I got to hang out at the pool in some red Speedos all the time.  Teenage girls were always ogling me and a few older women were rather blatant in their looks, too.  What thrilled me the most was when some sexy dude would scope out my crotch or my chest or abs.  Randy reminded me not to let all that silent admiration go to my head.  Did I tell you he’s an honor student?

The job gave me quite a bit of time to think, too, so by Wednesday I was confident I understood my feelings about Jim Byerman as well as I ever would.  I was working the evening shift so didn’t get off until 10:00 when the pool closed.  I called Randy as soon as I got in the car to drive home.  After the usual “hello” stuff, I told him what I was thinking.  He thought it made sense and agreed with me that I ought to try to meet up with Jim and talk. 

Thursday morning, I called Jim’s house to see if we could meet for lunch before I went to the Club.  His mother told me he was working with a local moving company and doing a move that day and Friday.  I left my cell number with her and asked her to have Jim call me when he had the chance.  When I hung up, I wondered if he would actually call.

To my surprise, Jim called me just as I was sitting down to eat a sandwich before leaving for work.  He said he was on his lunch hour, but didn’t want to delay returning my call.

I took a deep breath and plunged ahead.  “What you told me the other night at the party surprised me a lot, Jim.  It made me wonder why we were never friends and I decided it would be good if we could talk in person.”

He was quiet for a moment, as if considering the invitation.  “Sure, Rick.  What do you have in mind?”

“I was hoping we could meet for coffee some morning or lunch, if we can find a time we’re both free.”

“I think I’d like that.”

He seemed quite open to talking, which made me feel a bit more confident.  We shared our work schedules and decided the best option would be Sunday lunch at 12:30.  We said a friendly goodbye and ended the call.

Sleepover

Friday night, Randy had a sleepover for Mike and me, our first time together all week.  I went over directly from the Club (after a shower in the clubhouse), so didn’t arrive until almost 11:00.  Randy had been there for several hours and they had watched Mike’s DVD of The Amazing Spiderman and were pretty horned up after watching Andrew Garfield flipping around in his skin-tight Spidey outfit for 2 hours.  Of course, I was also horned up, since I had only had my hand to get me off for the past 6 days.

We formed a triangular 69 (does that even have a name or a number?) and gave each other a nice shot of hot sperm after about 3 or 4 minutes. 

Then, with Randy in the middle, we cuddled and chatted for a while.  After catching up a little about our summer jobs (Mike is an assistant for a wedding photographer and Randy is a Red Cross swimming instructor), I told them about my appointment with Jim Byerman. 

“Should we be jealous?” Mike wanted to know.

“Maybe.” I teased.

“I wonder how big his dick actually gets,” Randy mused.

“Good question!” Mike giggled.  “Rick, we expect a full report.”

“Come on,” I whined, “it’s not like we’ll have sex under the table at Wendy’s.”

“That’s the venue for your first date?” Randy asked incredulously.

“Shit, dudes, it’s not a date!”

“Oh, you never know,” Mike snickered.  “You’ve been watching each other for years.  You lust after his meat stick and he thinks you have a great body.  So….?”

“Mike, you can be such an asshole sometimes.”

“I know, dude, and you absolutely adore my asshole!” 

Randy was in stitches!

“Damn right, I do!”  As quickly as I could, I rolled across Randy until I was face down and half on top of each of them.  I kissed Mike.  “Just for that remark, buddy, I’m going to give you a gigantic sperm injection deep in your amazing asshole!”

“Now you’re talking!” Mike grinned as he kissed me back.

By this time, every dick was rock hard and we began stage two of our Friday night love-fest.  While I was pounding Mike into the mattress, Randy mounted me and took control of the rhythm and intensity of our coupling (is there a word for 3, like tripling?).  No matter what you call it, it was heavenly.  Since we had just cum a few minutes before, we all lasted a while, but when I blew it was a tremendous explosion of love and seed more than 8 inches into Mike’s rectum, as I had promised.  Before I even got soft, Randy blasted my ass with a healthy dose of boy-cream.  Since Mike hadn’t cum, we let him up from his position on the very bottom so he could dick me into a state of extreme blissful relaxation while he topped off my squishy hole.  I don’t know how long Mike’s thick piece stayed in me because I went to sleep very quickly and it was still in place when I dropped off.  The next morning, he claimed to have fucked me twice more during the night, but I don’t believe him.  I don’t think I would have slept through one of his fantastic fucks.  Would I?

Naaaah.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/04/2021