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

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Chapter 24

Fulfilling One Fantasy

As planned, Randy, Mike, and I picked up our fantasy guy on the street beside Maxey Park right at 7:15 Monday, a beautiful warm mid-June evening with a slight West Texas breeze providing some relief from the 88-degree heat (but it was dry!).  As always, Coach (oops, I’ll try to call him Brian throughout this episode) was a wet-dream come true in form-fitting cream-colored coach’s shorts and a form-fitting green tee.  Of course, with a form as sexy as his, we all said, “Da-yum!” under our breaths as we saw him standing beside his pick-up truck.  I popped open the passenger side door and he hopped in.  The time of exposure was less than 10 seconds until we were on our way.  I had noticed that morning at the Country Club pool that he had not shaved for a couple of days, so mentioned it after he was buckled in.  “Say, Brian, I really like the new beard.  Did you decide you don’t care if you scare the kiddies?”

He chuckled.  “Actually, on Saturday, several of my students told me that I should grow it back.  Even one of the mothers said any man with a beard as sexy as mine should be shot if he trimmed it off.  The consensus seemed to be to regrow it, so I did.”

“It’s one of your many outstanding features,” I said diplomatically.  Compared with his pecs, abs, butt, basket, and face, I wasn’t sure how high the beard ranked, but it did add considerably to his wildly high sex appeal quotient.

“Absolutely!” was shouted from the back seat.

The drive to Silver Falls took about 45 minutes in which Brian frequently touched my bare knee as he swiveled in his seat to talk with Randy and Mike in the back seat, who looked stunning as usual.  I could tell Brian was excited to be with us in this more open way.  He definitely was no reluctant virgin tonight.

“Uhm, Brian,” Mike said, obviously a bit awkward with the name.

Brian pushed on my knee as he turned to look at Mike.  “Yes?”

“We owe you a huge, gigantic, colossal thank-you for letting us stay late at the gym last semester.”

Brian grinned.  “It was my pleasure.”

“I told them I saw you watching us that time,” I admitted.

He laughed.  “That was the time you caught me.  I must have watched you 20 or 30 times.”

“No shit!” Mike exclaimed.

“No shit,” Brian nodded.  “You guys are all so great-looking and sexy I couldn’t stop myself from watching.  A few times I even beat off as I watched.”

“We never knew that,” Randy snickered.

“If I didn’t beat off watching you having your way with each other, I did it in the shower when I got home.  I’ve had a lot of nice masturbation sessions with you in mind.”

“So have we,” I said.  “I mean, with you in mind.”

“I’m glad we can do this tonight,” he smiled.

At the falls, we parked, gathered up our cooler, blankets, and bags of groceries and other supplies, primarily towels, lube, and condoms.  In an earlier conversation, we had decided we would only have bareback sex with each other, but anyone else would be strictly with condoms.  We scrambled down the hill, spoke politely to a couple with 2 young boys who were leaving as we arrived, and proceeded to the grill nearest the waterfall.  By the time we had gotten set up and had the charcoal briquettes glowing, the sun was behind the hillside and the temperature had fallen a few degrees.  We were also protected from the wind down in the ravine, so it was still very pleasant at around 80 degrees.

We cooked our Oscar Meyer wieners, with several suggestive side comments, slipped them into the Baird brand hotdog buns, with more suggestive side comments, added our condiments (mispronounced “condom-ments” by the ever-clever Mike), and ate heartily of the dogs and chips as we impatiently awaited the coming sunset.  When we were finished, we cleaned up and packed away the trash.  We sat around the picnic table with our sodas (being underage, we could not provide beer) and watched the sky darken.

No one else seemed to be in the little park, which encouraged us to spread our two blankets while it was still twilight.  I couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that we were about to have a small orgy in the exact same spot where Melody and I had made out a few weeks earlier.  Pushing any thoughts of her out of my mind quickly, I tossed the lube and condom package onto one corner of the blanket while Randy tossed several towels onto another corner.

“You guys are prepared,” Brian said admiringly.

“We are not devoid of scouting background,” Mike chuckled.

I tugged my sneakers off and stepped into the center of the blanket.  I motioned to Brian to step in, too.  He kicked off his sneakers and stepped close in front of me.  Staring deeply into his eyes, I put my hands on his shoulders for a moment before slipping them down to his shoulder blades and leaning into him for a kiss.  It started gently but quickly became passionate as I became aware of his Polo cologne.  In a moment, Mike touched my left shoulder and Randy touched my right.  When Brian and I separated, I saw my friends were also touching his shoulders.  Brian turned toward Mike and they exchanged a lingering, passionate kiss while Randy and I entwined our tongues for a minute.  Then we all broke and reformed as Brian and Randy had their first kiss and Mike and I enjoyed our hello-and-fuck-me kiss.

The four of us kissed passionately for several minutes as hands began moving on bodies.  As you would expect, we teens enjoyed the freedom to fondle this man who had fueled so many fantasies and he took advantage of the opportunity to explore our bodies, too.  Of course, tactile explorations are greatly hindered by the presence of clothing; therefore, my friends and I unzipped Brian’s shorts and pushed them down to his feet.  Not to be outdone, as we fondled his butt and burgeoning genitalia through his jock strap, he dropped our shorts to our feet, too.  We broke ranks for a moment as we all stripped off our shirts and tossed them down.  As we were still standing in our intimate little square, Mike and Randy leaned into Brian’s chest and began tonguing his nipples, which elicited a low moan.  While they were thus engaged, I reached between them to grasp the elastic band around Brian’s waist, pulled it away from his trim belly and slipped it over his steely erection, dropping it also to his feet.

Grinning at Brian and unable to restrain myself, I held his eyes as I slowly sank to my knees, forcing my body between Mike and Randy.  Brian’s eyes widened in anticipation of what was about to happen.  As I pushed between them, my friends released Brian’s nipples and stepped back slightly.  They looked down as I grasped the base of Brian’s moderately thick, 7 ½” ramrod-straight cut cock.

“Isn’t that beautiful?” Mike asked us all as I held it out in display so we could all see the long drop of precum stretching toward the ground.

“Hell, yeah,” Randy breathed as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue beneath the string of Brian’s nectar.

We were all riveted to this first juicy sign of Brian’s arousal, holding our collective breath until at last its weight overcame the tensile strength of the liquid and it dropped onto my tongue.  It pooled there, giving me just a hint of the rich flavor of this wonderful man’s bodily produce.  I tilted my head back to show Mike and Randy.  As they oohed and aahed, I repositioned my head so my open mouth was right before my twitching target, which by this time featured a new dollop of natural lube at its tip.  I leaned forward until my tongue could swipe the precum from Brian’s cockhead, which caused a much louder moan and a shiver within his whole body.  It also elicited a groan and a drop of precum from me, too.

“Oh, yeah,” Mike said as my head followed my tongue right onto the beautiful dick.  The feel of this much-desired cock sliding across my tongue made me light-headed with lust as my lips closed around the sleek shaft and Brian sang “Ooooooh!”  When the leading edge of his manmeat encountered the back of my mouth and entrance to my throat, I didn’t even pause but pushed my head further to force his cock into my esophagus.  “Oh, Je-sus!” Brian prayed, in thanksgiving I’m sure.  As my lips kissed his belly, I smelled the faint scent of Polo.  While pulling back to begin some powerful strokes on his cock, I laughed inwardly at the idea of him spraying cologne on his pubes in anticipation of this exact event.  This brief moment of humor did not distract me from the task at hand, so I began to bob up and down on this fabulous dick as one of my friends began kissing Brian (I could tell by the muffled sound of his moans) and the other of my friends began working his nipples again.  I only sucked Brian for a couple of minutes as I began to notice the early signs of an orgasm.  While it was my instinct to suck harder and faster to get my treat, I didn’t want to be greedy, so I backed off.

I patted Mike’s bare buns (when did he lose his briefs?) a couple of times and stood up, still holding Brian’s cock around its base, now shining in the moonlight.  Mike released Brian’s nipple and looked at me, smiling.  While Randy kept Brian entertained with some fancy tongue-work, Mike and I traded places.  In a few seconds, Mike was going down on our beloved coach while I shoved Randy off his face and eagerly went in for an extended passionate tonguing.  After a few minutes, Mike and Randy traded positions. 

When it was my turn again, I pulled Brian down onto his back in the middle of the blanket, pushed his legs apart with my knees and leaned into his center while Mike and Randy took control of his upper body.  With one hand I grasped his leaky dick, slowly squeezing it rhythmically, as I kissed his scrotum.  Again, I noticed the faintest scent of Polo as I licked and sucked his balls until they were wet with my saliva.  Instead of re-engaging his dick, I lifted his legs back, bumping both Mike and Randy with them until they understood that I wanted them to hold his legs.  They are the most obliging of friends and dutifully grasped his ankles, thus holding his butt almost a foot off the blanket allowing me unobstructed access to his delicious pink pucker.  I sensed this position of submission made Brian nervous, but he did not protest.  I sank back between his legs where I could easily caress each of the slightly hairy butt cheeks presented so dramatically to me.  Of course, my real target was not his butt cheeks, taut and lovely though they are.  I dipped my face close to my target and blew gently on it, causing his entire butt to wiggle left and right several times in response as he cried out loudly into someone’s mouth.

He must have quickly broken the kiss because a few seconds later, when I touched the tip of my tongue to his rosebud, along with the butt-wiggle, he practically shouted, “Oh my god, baby!  That’s amazing!”  I moved in and began really working his asshole with my tongue and lips and gently stroking it with my finger.  Brian acted like he was in an altered state as I worked over his hole.  I wondered if this was an unexpected first for him, but regardless I gave him my finest A+ rim job.  Brian was moaning and groaning so much, Mike finally told me to “finish him off, Rick,” as though Brian wasn’t listening.  I suspect he might have been so transported to Nirvana that he didn’t comprehend the instructions and permission Mike had given me.  In preparation for Brian’s grand finale, I stuck two fingers in my mouth to wet them well.  I licked his rosebud again for a few seconds and gently pushed my middle finger into the warmth of his interior.  As the finger went in, Brian exhaled a long “Ohhhhhhhh!”  The index finger followed a moment later. 

When my fingers had taken control of Brian’s back door, I moved up so I could take his lovely prick back into my mouth.  It was exciting to feel his excitement through his dick’s throbbing and his ass clenching on my fingers as they caressed his prostate.  I sucked him deep and powerfully, moving quickly from tip to root and back again, squeezing my throat each time I kissed his pubes, and drawing his orgasm up from his gonads.  It probably took about 90 seconds of this all-out assault on my fantasy-man before his rock-hard shaft thickened perceptibly in my gullet and he drew in a huge audible breath.  A low rumbling growl started in the bottom of his lungs as his cock throbbed a couple of times.  Rapidly the growl began rising in pitch and volume as he exhaled more and more air.  I actually detected with my tongue the first volley of jizz as it expanded his urethra on its way to satisfying my thirst for him.

“Aaiieeeee!” Brian screamed a split second before I felt the salty nectar spraying my mouth and throat in the first of about 10 strong blasts of boiling ball juice.  Uhhm!  It tasted unbelievably yummy!

Brian’s body thrashed so severely I thought Mike and Randy might lose their grips on his ankles, but they held on tight right through ‘til the end.  When Brian’s eruption was finished, I struggled to keep his essence contained in my mouth as I continued to bathe his softening rod.  I tapped Randy’s thigh until he moved down beside me as both he and Mike lowered Brian’s legs back down to the blanket.  I pulled Randy toward me as I finally took my mouth off Brian’s dick and pointed it toward Randy.  I think I have mentioned that Randy is very intelligent, so he figured out quickly what I wanted him to do.  Dutifully, like an Eagle scout, he bowed his head and sucked the semi-hard chubby into his throat, eliciting another gasping groan from our beloved mentor.

While Randy suckled Brian’s dick, I fed a dollop of Brian’s nectar to Mike and then moved up to kiss Brian, who was lost in his post-orgasmic afterglow.  His lips opened beneath mine and I pushed a load of his own cum onto his tongue.  “Uhmmmm,” he intoned as he sucked his still-warm essence back in what I thought was a very sexy circle of life-juice.  Once I had fed him, I pulled away a few inches.  He looked up admiringly with a slightly sticky smile. 

In the pale moonlight, I displayed the remnants of his load still on my tongue before pointedly drawing my tongue inside to swallow.  

A look of total lust crossed his face as Brian said, “Fuck, Rick, that was the hottest BJ ever!”

Moving up beside us, Mike said, “He is really good, isn’t he?”

“God, yes,” Brian gushed.  As both Mike and Randy settled near his shoulders with me lying astraddle his chest, the satiated older man looked at all of us affectionately.  “You’re all amazing, boys.  I have fantasized about this a lot over the past several months, but never, never, never imagined it would be this off the charts!”

We all chuckled lightly in our shared joy at giving him such a memorable experience.  Each of us leaned in to share a gentle kiss with Brian.

Mike, in his very direct way, enquired, “Have you ever fantasized about fucking three teenaged swimmers’ firm, tight asses?”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/18/2021