Three Texas Swimmers
By:
Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)
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Chapter 20
Lunch with Jim
Saturday afternoon, I spoke briefly with Jim Byerman. We switched our lunch from Wendy’s to Rosa’s Café on 50th Street, which was still a good location for me as I was going to work afterwards. I think it was a good choice as it was rather busy and noisy, so our conversation was actually pretty private. The spicy and exciting food put me in a better mood than Wendy’s would have, so that was also a plus.
Jim was dressed in tight denim shorts cut just above the knee that were barely able to hold his massive endowment. He also wore a red tee with the Texas Tech “double-T” logo on it, showing off his amazing big pecs as usual and straining to contain his biceps. We ordered at the window, then found a table in one corner of the dining area and tried to relax and begin a conversation.
“I was really surprised you called me,” Jim started.
I dropped my gaze to the tabletop. “I, uhm, just felt so bad after what you said at the party.”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean for you to feel bad.”
“The more I thought about it, the more I realized I never gave you a chance to be my friend.”
“I just assumed you didn’t find me worthy of your friendship.”
“Damn, Jim, that makes me sound real, I don’t know, elitist? Stuck up? Conceited?”
“No, Rick. I’m sorry. I seem to be saying all the wrong things. I meant I didn’t think you felt any need to have me for a friend. You and Randy have been so tight ever since I’ve known you guys. From 6th grade.”
I looked at him and nodded.
“And the swimmers, man, you guys stick together. And you were so busy with the girls.”
In spite of my misery, I laughed at that.
“Did I say something funny?” He grinned.
“It’s just that I thought you didn’t have any interest in making friends with guys because you were so intent on hitting on all the girls.”
“Really?” The poor boy looked stunned.
“Well, you always seem to be talking and laughing with the girls. I figure you’re always lining up new conquests.”
Jim laughed loudly at this.
After a moment, when he was still holding his side and howling, I said, “Did I say something funny this time?”
He nodded while he worked to settle his laughter. Finally, he said, “I’m not some big ladies’ man, dude. The girls are actually my friends.”
I had to take a moment to process that comment. “Friends?” I asked rather stupidly.
“Yeah. When you might have thought I was lining up a date or trying to get…” He giggled. “get laid, I…” He laughed. “I was just talking to my friend, like you might talk with Randy or Mike.”
If he only knew what Randy and Mike and I do…
“Oh,” I said.
“I’ve never had a best friend like you and Randy. Guys just don’t seem comfortable around me. I don’t quite know why. So, way back in grade school I learned how to be a friend to girls. It’s actually rather cool.”
I chuckled. “Most guys I know, including me, are not very good at being friends with girls. Girls never seem to trust guys enough to let down their guard around them.”
“That’s because they think all guys want to do is ‘spoil’ them for marriage. You know, the girls think guys just see them as sex objects.”
“I expect they’re mostly right about that. I’m not trying to get into the girls’ bloomers, but I don’t guess I think of them as friends, either. I mean, I like girls okay and I just try to be a good boyfriend to one girl.”
“I’m sort of the opposite. I don’t do well in the boyfriend role, but the girls seem more relaxed around me, like they don’t think of me as boyfriend material. Heck, they’re always talking to me about the guys they’re dating or wish they were dating.”
“But they flock around you all the time.”
“True, I guess. But when I go to the movies with a girl, it’s not a conventional date. I get hugged a lot but there are no good-night kisses and make-out sessions, Rick, I promise.”
I was quite confused. “But, Jim, I don’t get it. Every girl at Coronado has the hots for you. You’re like the hottest guy in our class.”
Now Jim looked confused. “Hell, Rick, don’t you ever look in the mirror? Or see your buddies?”
“Huh?”
“You’re so handsome and sexy, the girls all swoon when you walk by. I must’ve heard a dozen girls moaning about you this year. If you weren’t with Melody, they’d be all over you trying to get your attention.”
“I’ve never noticed that.”
He grinned. “That’s what makes you so attractive, dude. You’re a little bit clueless. It makes you seem innocent, even if you are every girl’s wet dream.”
I laughed. “Girls have wet dreams?”
He laughed, too. “Not literally maybe, but, yes, they do. You’re number one, Rick, with Randy and Mike close seconds. Hell, man, the girls all want you and the guys all want to be you.”
“And to think I’ve always been jealous of how easily you seem to draw the girls to you.”
“I make friends with the girls precisely because I’m not trying to score with them. Somehow they understand that.”
“I’m sorry, Jim, I feel kind of dense right now. I don’t get it. You seem to always have a bevy of beauties around you. I just assumed you were going out all the time and getting laid every weekend.”
“I do go out a lot, but usually with 2 or 3 girls on the same night when they aren’t dating somebody. We go to the movies as a group of friends, not as dates.”
“Well, why the hell not?” My tone was a bit stronger than I intended, but I just couldn’t figure him out.
Jim sat quietly for a few seconds as if contemplating his answer. “Well,” he said cautiously, “I never wanted it to be public knowledge at Coronado, but the truth is…”
In my head there was a drumroll.
“I’m not interested in girls that way.”
We stared across our enchiladas and tacos at each other. Holy fuck! I finally got it!
“Oh my god!” I blurted out. “You’re gay?”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit! I never had a clue.”
“That’s ironic because I had decided you didn’t want to be around me because you’d figured it out.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. Without thinking, I added, “I didn’t want to be around you because I felt inferior to you.”
“Wha-at?” he croaked.
I nodded.
“Hell, dude, you’re at the top of the social structure. How could you possibly feel inferior to me?”
“Well, shit, Jim. I’m so jealous of you. You’re always surrounded by adoring girls. You’re gorgeous. You have this incredibly strong, manly body. You have the biggest crotch in the whole damn school! You…” I realized what I had just said and stopped talking while I felt the blood rising through my throat and across my face.
Jim laughed nervously. After a moment, he dead-eyed me. “So, you think I’m sexy?”
Embarrassed half to death, I could only nod.
“Wow! I’m very flattered, Rick. I never would have guessed you could be jealous of me.”
“I am.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be. I don’t think I’m jealous of you exactly, more like envious, I think. It’s Melody I’m jealous of.”
Huh? “Melody?”
“Yes. She’s got you.”
“I don’t get it.” Just then I got it. “Oh. Oh!”
“Yes, doofus, this gay boy has the hots for you. Can you stand that?”
I was silent for a moment as my heart raced and I tried to get my mind around this unexpected admission.
“Now, please don’t get mad,” he said. “I’m just being honest here.”
“Oh, no, of course not.” I looked at Jim Byerman with a whole new interest. How much could I tell him? Nothing without clearing it with Randy and Mike, I decided. “No, Jim, I’m not mad. I’m, uhm, flattered.”
“That’s why I never tried to be your friend, Rick. I didn’t think I could be your friend and not come on to you.”
“I’m sorry that got in the way, Jim. I think we could have been good friends.”
“I think you may be right.”
I checked the time on my phone. “But, unfortunately, I need to get going if I’m going to get to work on time.”
“Okay, sure.”
“But maybe we can talk again soon?”
He smiled at me. “I’d like that.”
Reporting
I had about 5 minutes after I got into my Speedo before my shift started, so I sat down in the locker room and quickly texted Mike and Randy.
Me: Lots to report from lunch. Talk 2night?
Randy: K
Mike: On yr way hm?
Me: Yes. After 6.
The afternoon went easily, which allowed me to think a lot about the conversation I had had with Jim Byerman. I replayed it in my mind several times. Was Jim coming on to me? I didn’t think so. He was just being startlingly open. The more I thought about it, the more impressed I was. He was really brave to tell me all that. I could spill the beans to everybody and cause him some big trouble. But that would be so junior high and we are now almost-college men. I couldn’t believe I had been jealous because I thought he was trying to take Melody away from me. Boy, I’m such a chump!
Though it was a typical June day with sunny skies and temps hovering around 90, it was pretty windy, so I was able to close up a few minutes early since no one was at the pool. When I got to my car, I called Randy.
“Hey, buddy!” he answered.
“Just a sec while I add Mike.”
A moment later Mike chimed in, “Hi.”
“Hi, Mike,” I said.
“Hey,” said Randy.
“So, is Jim as big as we thought?” Mike teased.
“Don’t know, but his shorts could barely hold it all.”
We all giggled.
“So, tell us,” Randy commanded.
I filled them in on the conversation as best I could. When I shared Jim’s confession, they were obviously as surprised by it as I was. They cried out simultaneously.
“No way!” said Randy.
“I’ll be damned!” said Mike.
“I was completely shocked, too. And he told me he was jealous of Melody.”
There was a moment of silence before Mike giggled, “I knew he had the hots for you!”
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t know he’s gay.”
“Just kidding.”
“Besides it isn’t just me he’s attracted to. He thinks the three of us are the hottest guys at Coronado.”
“Yeah?” Randy asked.
“I promise he said that.”
“Wow.”
“Did you tell him we’ve been experimenting?” Mike asked.
“Of course not!” I said quickly. “I’d never say anything to anyone unless we’d all agreed to it.”
“Good answer,” Randy said with a relieved voice.
“Shit!” Mike said.
“What?” I asked.
“This has made me horny.”
Randy and I chuckled. “Breathing makes you horny,” Randy pointed out.
“What he said, dude,” I added.
“Why don’t you guys come over?” Mike suggested. “We can work out.”
“Okay by me,” I said. “Randy?”
“Cool. But I have to be home by 10 o’clock.”
“How’s 7:30 then? An hour to work out and an hour to fuck.”
“Who’s the bottom?” I asked.
“Me,” Randy volunteered. “I have time to douche.”
“Love you guys!” I said and hung up.
I grabbed a ham sandwich at home, told Mom I was heading out for the evening, and got to the Carpenter’s a few minutes early. Randy pulled up a couple of minutes later. We disciplined ourselves to do a good hour-long workout on Mike’s Nautilus and treadmill, then spent 15 minutes rinsing off the sweat before we settled in to take care of everyone’s horniness.
Mike
and I switched off pounding our blonde buddy who was rock-hard and dripping from
the get-go. We wouldn’t let him beat off because we wanted him to last as long
as we did. After about 15 minutes of some serious butt-busting, Randy suddenly
screamed and began shooting this massive load all over the place. Mike was
really pounding him because he was about ready to blow, too. I missed Randy’s
first couple of shots because I didn’t expect it, but jumped on his dick as
quickly as I could and took a good dose into my throat. Meanwhile, as Randy’s
velvet sheath contracted on Mike’s hefty sword, Mike began to fill up his ass
even as Randy was still shooting into me. Once they were drained and had
regained their breathing, they sweetly blew me for a couple of minutes until I
shot into Mike’s mouth. Of course, he shared with Randy and then kissed me to
share what was left with me.
While I caught my breath, Mike turned to Randy and said, “So, how big do you think Byerman really is?”
“All I can say,” Randy smirked, “is he looks both long and thick when he’s wearing his singlet.”
“I agree,” I said breathlessly.
“I bet he’s at least 10 inches and is certainly thicker than me,” Mike suggested.
“You want to do him, don’t you?” Randy asked.
Mike didn’t answer right away, so I said, “I think that’s obvious. Mike wants Jim’s cock.”
Randy sang the words teasingly. “Mike wants Jim’s co-ock!”
“Fuck,” Mike grinned. “Damn right I do. And so do you guys.”
“Maybe,” Randy said primly.
“Hell, dude,” I teased, “if he was here right now, you’d be riding that big pole!”
Randy laughed and then stopped. “I don’t know,” he said seriously. “I’m not sure I could get it in my delicate little hole.”
Mike and I laughed heartily and wrestled Randy into submission. If we’d had more time, we’d have fucked him again, but the clock said 9:48, so Randy insisted he needed to go.
To be continued...
Posted: 06/04/2021