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

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Chapter 28

Recovery

Randy and I recovered our energy sooner than the hard-working Mike and the hard-cumming Jim.  Randy passed around the water bottles, which were gratefully accepted and quickly drained as One Direction’s “You & I” played on Pandora.

Randy broke the silence.  “Mike, babe,” he said, “I cannot believe you could take him all the way like that.  It was incredible to see, dude.”

“It was incredible … to feel,” Jim panted.

“Yes, it was,” I agreed.  “You deserve some kind of award for ‘Best Deep Throat’ of the year.”

Everyone chuckled.

“Thanks, guys!”  Mike took another deep breath.  “As you know, that was the biggest challenge I’ve taken.  I knew the only way would be in that position.”

“And you were right!” I confirmed.

“Guys,” Jim spoke up.  “That was the most unexpectedly magnificent time of my life.  Thank you especially, Mike.”  Jim caressed Mike’s face before leaning in to kiss him.  “I can never repay you for that.”

Mike chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.  “Perhaps you can learn how to repay me.”

Randy and I laughed as Sam Smith began singing one of my favorites, “Stay with Me”.  “Do you hear Sam Smith?” I asked Jim.  “Stay with us and you will learn a lot about pleasing a man.”

“Yes.  I understand that now, Rick.  I didn’t before, but I do now.”  He looked around at our faces and then at our crotches.  “Would it be okay if I tried out some of what I just learned to see if I can please you guys?”

“Absolutely!” I grinned.

“Of course,” Randy said.

“At your service,” Mike added.

“Jim,” I said, “I believe Mike should be your first.”

Mike grabbed his growing dick and shook it for us.  “Don’t mind at all,” he grinned.

We scrambled around to allow Mike to lie flat and Jim to get between his legs.  As John Legend’s great love song “All of Me” filled the room, Jim filled his mouth with Mike’s tonsil-probe.  “Oooh!” Mike sang, slightly out of harmony with John Legend.  I pushed Randy down beside Mike and went down on his 8” beauty. 

Jim and I worked in tandem for several minutes before I pulled off Randy.  “Jim, would you like to switch?  You can return to Mike later when you want.”

Jim looked at Mike as he pulled off the thick throbber he was holding.  “Okay,” he answered, “but I’m not finished with Mike.”

Mike grinned broadly.  “Any time, any place, babe.”

Jim and I swapped places to the sounds of Luther Vandross’ majestic rendition of “The Impossible Dream”, which seemed to apply to my earlier attempt to deep throat Jim.  I wondered if any of us would be able to accommodate him in the rear.  I really hoped we could as I didn’t want to deny him any experience and I wanted to see how it would feel to have something so big in my butt.  But that was not a question for now.

I tried to keep Mike enjoying this BJ without taking him close to an orgasm as I wanted to save that for our newbie.  But Jim seemed adept at building Randy to a fever pitch.  When it became clear to me that Randy was close, I stopped Jim with the suggestion we swap again. 

I noticed a sparkle in Mike’s eye as Jim sank back down on his shaft.  To let Randy fall back from an imminent orgasm, I sprawled across his body and began kissing him as I humped our dicks together between our abs.  As Mike’s breathing quickened and his moans intensified, I slipped back down Randy’s body and sucked his sticky candy cane back into my mouth, quickly taking him into my throat and kissing his pubes.  He groaned loudly and soon my two buddies were dueling for loudest groans.  I took Randy right to the edge and paused to give Mike some more time.  But, to the romantic strains of Shayne Ward’s “Stand by Me,” Jim brought Mike over.  I detected the special groans my buddy has just before he shoots and redoubled my efforts to finish Randy off.

Suddenly, Mike shouted, “I’m cumming!”  His body rose from the mattress several inches and stiffened. 

One second later, Randy yelped, “Oh, baby, take it!” as the first volley of his hot spunk hit the back of my throat.

As Jim was receiving his first orgasm in his mouth, I was enjoying a great release from my best buddy Randy.  The givers of this special treat were thrashing, crying, and shouting as Jim and I hung on so we wouldn’t be thrown off the sexy fountains.  When the fountains were momentarily dry, I signaled Jim to kiss Mike as I illustrated by moving to Randy’s mouth.  He opened wide to receive his gift back as he gulped air.  So Jim could see, I moved above Randy’s gaping mouth and dribbled a stream of cum down onto Randy’s tongue.  Jim followed my lead and fed a portion of Mike’s production back to him.

After we all enjoyed the tasty results of the BJs, we settled again to recoup.  I distributed the other water bottles and we rested while we listened to The Canadian Tenors singing “Hallelujah” as we regained our breathing.

Some snuggling and minor fondling took place for a while.  Presently, Jim said, “Rick, you haven’t cum yet, have you?”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Why don’t you let me bring you off?” he asked.

“That would be lovely.”

In a few seconds he had flattened me on the bed and was licking my corona in preparation for a very nice BJ.  The spent duo of buddies helped by gently and sometimes not so gently sucking and nipping at my nipples as Jim worked my gonads into firing position.  Within 5 minutes I was screaming as my semen filled my new friend’s oral cavity.

“Don’t forget to share,” Mike reminded Jim.  When my fireworks were over, Jim kissed and fed some of my nectar to Mike and then to Randy, then turned to me.  I got a nice treat of my own jizz seasoned with Jim’s saliva and traces of both Mike and Randy.  It was a veritable cornucopia of masculine flavor.

******* 

A little while later we adjourned to the patio where we ate bowls of vanilla ice cream and brownies I had made earlier from a mix.  We had used a lot of energy over the past two hours and I figured we had at least another hour ahead of us before we would be calm enough to attempt to sleep.

Over our dessert, Mike asked Jim if he was enjoying himself.

A beautiful smile crossed the face of our newest friend and lover.  “Oh, god, you guys.  You have no idea how fantastic this feels to me.  Everything we have done has been one of my fantasies over the last 5 years.  It’s almost like I have finally met myself – my real self – now that I have shared my body with you.  And, to be allowed to touch you all over, to feel your erections, to taste your, uhm, seed.  It’s such a terrific gift you’ve given me tonight.  I know I’ll never forget this night.”

We were all smiles to hear and see how great Jim was feeling about himself and our little party.  “Maybe we should warn you, buddy,” Mike said.  “When we have one of our sleep-overs, we usually have two rounds of sex in the evening and another in the morning before we go home.”

Jim giggled nervously.  “You mean there’s more?”

Randy nodded and smiled at him.

“You bet,” I affirmed.  “Sometimes the best part comes after the break.”  (That’s me in the photo.)

“We get a little more serious for part 2,” Mike said.

“You mean anal?” Jim asked tentatively.

“Yes.”

“We’ve been doing this for a few months now,” I said, “but it’s entirely up to you if you want to participate.  I’m sure we’d all be happy to give you a blow job if you prefer.”

“I’ve fantasized about it and it seems very erotic, but I’ve never, uhm, put something up my butt.  It looks like it would hurt like hell.”

We proceeded to give Jim the standard information about preparation and the possibility of some pain for a few seconds followed by terrific bliss.  We also assured him we would stop at any point he was not enjoying himself.

“None of us have taken a cock as big as yours before, so we aren’t sure we can handle it, but all of us want to try.  It makes sense if we first take each other to get our sphincters nice and relaxed.  Then we hope we can stretch enough to fit you in,” I said.

“I’m sorry I’m so big,” Jim mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Mike said firmly.  “You’re going to be very popular with other gay guys.  Trust me.  And we are pretty sure that if we can relax enough, having you inside will be absolutely spectacular.  We’ll just need to go slow and be careful, but the results will be worth it for all of us.”

Randy and I took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and picked up two six-packs of water to take with us.  When we got back to the patio, Mike was holding Jim’s hand and they were talking quietly.

“Are you picking up some romantic vibes?” I whispered.

“Yeah.  That’s kind of cool, don’t you think?” Randy answered.

“Yep.  I just hope you and I don’t get in the way.”

“We’ll talk it out with Mike later.  Meanwhile, there’s sex to be had!”

I laughed.  “Now you sound just like Mike,” I teased.

We retrieved Jim and Mike from the patio and adjourned to my bathroom where we spent ¾ of an hour doing all our douching amid much laughter.  As I expected, Jim was pretty clueless about such preparations, so it turned into a lecture and demonstration class.  We let Jim know that we do not use condoms between us since we were all virgins when we met, but we would never have sex with anyone else without one, except for another virgin.  We asked if he was comfortable not to use condoms with us and he said he was.

In a pinch my shower can accommodate 3 full-grown teenagers, but a fourth, especially a more robust teen than we swimmers, was simply beyond capacity.  Therefore, we decided Randy and I would go first and then Mike and Jim could shower together.  I swear both of them beamed when I offered that solution.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/19/2021