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

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Chapter 23

Burgers at Spanky’s

Mike spotted Jim Byerman’s reddish blonde hair immediately.  Jim sat at a booth off to the left of the front door at Spanky’s.  We trooped over and plopped down, me beside Jim with Mike across from Jim and Randy in front of me.

A chorus of “hello’s” went round and then we settled in for some good food and, hopefully, good conversation.  I hoped we swimmers would all feel comfortable with the wrestler, who seemed rather nervous at the outset.  Perhaps it would be best to try to help him relax quickly.

“Thanks for meeting up with us, Jim,” I said.

“Sure, Rick.  I’m happy to do so.  It’s not like I have much going on this summer.”  He chuckled.  “Once school ended, I’ve been pretty much going to work, working out, and hanging out at home.”

“You do look pumped up,” Mike observed.

Jim grinned at the compliment.  “Working for a moving company helps, I guess.  I must say you’re all looking good, too.  No wimps at this table tonight.”

We all chuckled at that.

“Never!” Randy exclaimed.  “We’ve got to be in prime condition when we get to college in August.”

“I hear ya,” Jim nodded.  “I’ll be trying out for a spot on Tech’s wrestling team, so I’m trying to build muscle and strength this summer.”

There ensued a long conversation about each of our plans for school, which seemed to help Jim relax.  (Recap: Randy to the U of Texas in Austin on a swimming scholarship to major in biology in prep for med school; Mike to Texas Tech to major in journalism and photography; Jim to Tech to major in either civil or industrial engineering; and, of course, me to Tech for public relations or communications.)  During this conversation we ordered, were served, and scarfed down our burgers and fries.  After our dinner debris was cleared from the table, we nursed our sodas and the conversation turned more personal.

“So, Jim,” Mike opened.  “I just want to tell you that I was a little surprised when Rick told us you had been so nice to him at the graduation party.”

“Yeah?”

“I admire you for doing that.  You didn’t need to put yourself out like that.  You know, school was over and we could have just all gone off and never seen each other again.  But you went out of your way to pay our good buddy here an enormous compliment without anything particularly to gain.”

Jim blushed slightly at Mike’s admiration.  “I don’t know, Mike, I, uhm, just didn’t feel like I had anything to lose by being nice, I guess.  I mean, I figured I would never see Rick again, so why not say what might make him feel good about himself?  If he didn’t like it, well, we weren’t friends, so I couldn’t lose a friend.  You know?”

I put my hand on his forearm.  “Thanks, Jim,” I said as kindly as I could.  “It was a really nice gesture you made.”

“I meant what I said, Rick.”

“I know.  That’s what made it so nice.  You made me realize I had underestimated you as a person and I really regret not being friends all those years.”

Jim looked pensive at that comment.  “That’s good to hear.  I regret it, too.”

“As do we,” Randy added.

A momentary silence hit as I pulled my hand away from Jim’s arm.

“I guess Rick told you guys my big secret,” Jim said with a firm voice.

Mike dead-eyed him across the table.  “He did.  I think we were both shocked, but not, uhm, you know, offended or anything.”

“Yes,” Randy said quickly.  “I’d never imagined you were, you know, that way.  But I really respect you for being so up-front about it.  Nothing to be ashamed about either.”

“It took major cojones to say that,” Mike snickered.  “I always knew you had big balls.”

Jim blushed deeply. 

I leaned into Jim and whispered loudly, “Mike is jealous of your ‘equipment’.”

We all laughed at Mike’s expense.

“You guys are cool.  I was pretty nervous about meeting you tonight.  I didn’t know the agenda.  But it’s fun, so, thanks for that.”

“Our agenda was just to get to know you better and see if we could be friends in the future,” I explained.

“Yeah,” Mike said, “maybe we can hang out a little at Tech next year.”

“That would be nice,” Jim nodded.  “It will help to know there are some friends from home on that gigantic campus.”

“I guess I won’t be seeing you on campus,” Randy remarked, “but hopefully we can be friends when the opportunity presents itself.”

“I’d like that.”  Jim paused for a moment.  “Could I ask you guys a question?”

“Sure,” I said.  Mike and Randy both nodded their agreement.

“Why are you making the effort to get to know me now?  Why now, when our lives are about to diverge into different futures?”

We all took a moment to think about the question and our answer. 

Mike, as is his tendency, spoke first.  “Jim, I think what you said to Rick at the party made us all sit up and take notice.  For me, it made me feel a little guilty for ignoring a fine guy like yourself for years.  I realized that if we didn’t reach out now, we would go off into our different lives without ever being friends or even really knowing one another.  That just seemed wrong and, I don’t know, a little dumb, maybe.”

“I’d echo what Mike said,” Randy added.  “We three are very close friends, but that doesn’t mean we have no room for other friends, too.  It would be too bad if we just walked away from a gutsy guy like you without taking a chance that we might actually like you.”

“Thanks, guys,” Jim said.  “As I told Rick when we met for lunch the other day, all my closest friends are girls.  I’ve not had a real guy friend since grade school.  I guess since I became aware of having different attractions.  I just backed off from guys because I felt too awkward.”

“Do you think you’re ready to try having some guy friends?” Mike asked.

Jim smiled and nodded.  “Since I’m not keeping that secret from you and you seem okay with it, I think I would really enjoy having you three as friends.”

“It’s a deal!” Mike cried. 

Mike held his hand over the table, palm down.  I placed my hand on his and Randy covered mine.  We all looked at Jim, who smiled broadly and put his hand atop Randy’s.  We clasped tightly, raised and lowered our hands as a unit three times, and laughed.

When we had ended our impromptu bonding ceremony, Jim said, “This is really great, guys.  I just need to warn you that I might not always know how to be a good friend to you, so you might need to help me along sometimes.”

“We can do that,” Mike committed.

As it was getting late, we paid our bills and said good-night.  Jim walked out with a big grin on his face and I walked out feeling really good about myself and my two best friends.  I also walked out with a chubby in my shorts. 

On our drive back to the Carpenter’s house, we decided we all thought Jim a fine fellow and that we would include him often in our activities.

“What about sex with Jim?” Mike asked.

“Have you ever noticed,” Randy asked me, “that Mike doesn’t mince words when it comes to sex?”

I laughed.  “Hell, Randy, I made 1400 on my SATs.  Yep, I’ve noticed that.  I’ve noticed he is very direct in what he says.  And I love him for that.”

Mike laughed.  “And I thought you only loved me for my massive sex weapon.”

“Oh, I guess so,” I smirked, “but I love you more for your pie hole and your corn hole!”

We all laughed so hard I almost missed the turn onto Nashville Avenue.

“To answer your question, Mr. Hole,” Randy giggled, “I would be amenable to getting down with Byerman.  I’m curious as to just how major his cojones actually are.”

“I suspect you are more curious about how his major meat will feel stuffed into your gapping asshole!” Mike suggested.

I guffawed as I turned the car into the driveway.

As the laughter died out, I said, “I’m also curious about Jim’s anatomical majesty, but also about how he would respond with us.”

We discussed inviting him to join us for a night at my house while the family is away and just see how he responds.  In the end, we decided it was a little unfair to invite him to a sex party without prior knowledge.  As the designated liaison, I would “come out” to him for all of us and then invite him to join in the festivities.

“How could he turn down a chance at your asshole?” Mike asked me.

“I don’t know,” I laughed, “but I suspect when I offer him your asshole, he will quickly agree.”

We scheduled Jim’s inaugural gang bang for a week from Friday, almost two weeks hence. 

Tomorrow being our long-anticipated rendezvous with Coach Lane, we finalized the details for getting the supplies and picking everyone up.

When I got home a little later after dropping off Randy, I greeted my parents and watched the ten o’clock news with them before retiring to my room to jack off and get some sleep before my early morning lifeguard gig at the country club.  My first fantasy was about Jim Byerman taking turns fucking my friends and I, then taking us all one after another.  Ooooh, the cum shot I imagined coming from his massive pecker felt great passing through my dick and spilling onto my heaving belly.

My second fantasy had Coach Lane at the beach in a scandalously thin white swimsuit and rickety cowboy hat.  Holy shit, was that a great vision for my masturbatory fantasy! 

To be continued...

Posted: 06/18/2021