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

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Chapter 31

After the Tennis Match

At my house, we grabbed a quick shower, then parked ourselves on one of the air beds.  After some general sucking and rimming, I topped Randy while Mike topped me.  Jim thought that was incendiary hot!  After a few minutes, I turned toward Jim from the middle of the sandwich and said, “Would you like to give me a chance to take you on?”

His face flushed and I could see the excitement surge.  “Hell, yes, Rick.”

We rearranged until both Randy and I were on our knees with Mike pounding Randy and Jim positioning himself at my back door.  I was nervous, but concentrated on staying relaxed and pushing out as he started pushing his giant club in.  I felt some significant pain as his helmet forced my sphincter open wide on its way into me, but from the first bonk against my prostate I knew the pain would be well-rewarded in due time.  As if he’d been doing this for years, Jim moved within me as gently as possible given the strain his size caused.  He very slowly built up the pace and the power in his thrusts as Mike entered Randy beside us.  One cute result was that Randy and I could kiss while bottoming for them and Mike and Jim could kiss while topping us.  I think we all found that to be pretty erotic. 

After 8 or 9 minutes, Randy said, “Am I going to get a turn on that giant cock?”

We all giggled, but Jim and Mike switched places and Randy’s sphincter was the last one to learn that it could stretch more than previously imagined.  Mike’s cock was a perfect, easy fit after the stretch of Jim’s.  I found this particular fuck to be one of the most pleasant I had ever had.  We moved up to the couch, where I kneeled and put my head on my hands across the seat back while Mike stepped up to insert his joy-maker into my moist receptor.  I quickly found I loved this position as I could easily respond to his thrusts with my own thrusts back.

We could tell from Randy’s groans that he was struggling to accommodate the size of Jim’s cock.  (He told me later that he loved the extra length, but found the girth to be a little painful all the time it was in him.)  In the end, we all had wonderful orgasms that capped off our decadent weekend to set the stage for the week ahead.

In the afterglow, we explained to Jim that we had recently set up a sexual relationship with one of our Coronado teachers.  He was quite surprised and begged us to tell him who.  We said we couldn’t do that, so he guessed Mr. Romero.  We all laughed and said “I wish!” and things like that.  Then he guessed the band director Mr. Talbot, and we said we wouldn’t answer because he would guess it by elimination.  We asked if he would be interested in meeting the teacher in question for a slightly larger orgy. 

As Jim pondered our question, he suddenly shouted out, “Oh, fuck!  It’s Coach Lane, isn’t it?”

We all sat silently trying to think of a good answer.

“Oh, my god,” Jim gushed, “I’ve had such a crush on him ever since the first time I saw him in those sexy Speedos of his.  Yes, yes, yes!!!”

We asked if he was available Wednesday evening.  He said nothing in the world could prevent him being with us!

“But, guys,” Jim said with a twinkle in his eyes, “I think it’s time I lost my cherry.”

“Day-um,” Randy said under his breath.

Mike and I just looked at Jim.

“Are you sure, babe?” Mike asked.

Jim grinned broadly.  “Hell, yes!”

Mike looked at Randy and me.  We both nodded and he grinned at us before turning back toward Jim.  “It would be my great honor to be your first one, if you’d like that.”

“I think you know I would.”

Randy and I gave Jim quick kisses in a show of support before moving onto the other air bed.  Mike took Jim in his arms and began kissing him very passionately.  We watched for a couple of minutes as their interaction became steamier and sexier.  Just as I was feeling like an intruder, Randy pushed me down onto the mattress and lifted my legs so he could gain access to my needy rosebud.  He began licking my sphincter in a very languorous way, stopping sometimes to blow on me which caused the tiny hairs to wiggle, sending lovely sensuous pulses through my nervous system.

Beside us, Mike began rimming Jim (pictured) with obvious purpose, which led to great gasps and groans from the soon-to-be-deflowered boy as he squirmed around on the mattress.  Mike took plenty of time to get Jim’s sphincter as relaxed and flexible as possible before he finally pulled his mouth away so he could lube Jim’s interior and massage him deeply.  Jim’s physical responses to this change were quite noticeable even as I was experiencing heightened excitement in my own pleasure hole thanks to Randy’s massaging fingers.

Randy entered me in a painless, stress-free drive to the hilt.  He began with a gentle, very loving regimen of movements as he leaned over me to capture my mouth for an endless and luxurious kiss that wordlessly attested to his love and respect for me combined with his intense desire to be “one” with me.  I had not expected such a deeply romantic coupling when he had tossed me onto the bed.  I was touched, nearly overcome with emotion as I felt each thrust within me to be an expression of his love.  “Oh, god,” I moaned quietly.

When Mike finally penetrated Jim’s waiting hole, the wrestler yelped slightly.  Mike held still and repeated quietly, “Breathe, babe.  Breathe and relax.”  Within half a minute, Mike was tenderly thrusting into Jim at a slow but deep manner as Jim began groaning in lust and excitement with each push.  “Oh, god!” Jim cried.  “Oh, yes, Mike!”  He moaned.  “God, it’s so big!”

“You feel amazing,” Mike cooed.  “So tight.  So beautiful.”

“Oh, baby, it feels so good!” Jim exclaimed.

For the next 10 to 12 minutes (I find it difficult to estimate time when I’m being deliciously fucked by an amazing guy.), the grunting and groaning seemed continuous as Mike and Randy pounded their love into Jim and me.  Surprisingly, Jim was the first to cum, shouting out, “Oh, god, I’m cumming!” as his huge erection shot teen sperm all over his torso and Mike’s above him. 

Mike managed to hold off a bit and continued to fuck his special friend as Randy cried out, “Take my love, babe!” and started pumping me full of his boy-cum.  His words were like a slap to my balls, which immediately snapped into firing position against my perineum and sent 8 or 9 massive shots of cum onto our torsos as I tossed beneath him and screamed, “Oh, fu-u-u-u-uck!” 

Then Mike cried out, “Here it comes, babe!”  He grunted loudly with each cumshot into Jim’s bowels.  I counted 10 grunts and then a long groan at the end.

After Mike’s orgasm ended, there were no sounds in the room save a lot of very heavy breathing.  Randy and I did a bit of affectionate, but light, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes.  The love I felt was palpable and I felt it penetrate deeply into my heart and soul.  I hope I was able to convey the same intensity back to him because at that moment he was my everything. 

It must have been a couple of minutes before I was able to get enough air to speak.  “Since you are now a wilted petunia, my love, you can slip out and roll off me if you so desire.”

Randy started laughing as he began pulling his flaccid dick out of me.  Mike started giggling and Jim joined in a few seconds later.  Mike rolled off his fellow, too, and we all lay still for another minute or so.

Finally, I tossed a towel to Mike and picked up another to wipe down Randy’s spectacular pecs and abs and, of course, his beautiful drippy love-stick.  After draining bottles of water, we adjourned to the pool and a debriefing (what a great word!) of our newly fucked friend.

 “How are you?” Mike asked Jim sweetly.

Jim broke into a huge smile.  He kissed Mike quickly before answering.  “I’m truly amazing!” he cried.  “I feel so close to you now,” he said with awe in his voice.  “Is it always so incredible?”

“Probably not,” I said.

“It’s always good,” Randy added, “at least as long as your top is treating you with respect.”

Jim laughed loudly.  “I can’t wait to take cock again!”

“Wednesday night,” I said.

“Yes,” Randy said, “be prepared then.”

Jim beamed at Mike.  “Happily!” 

Before Wednesday

Monday morning, I had told Brian that the new athlete would be joining us Wednesday and asked if he wanted to know who it is ahead of time or wait and be surprised.  He took his class while he thought about this choice but came to me afterwards and said he would like to know.  He was obviously surprised when I told him it was the wrestler Byerman.  After he let that sink in a bit, he snickered, “I think I know what you guys see in him.”  He held his palm out and curved his fingers as if he was holding a very thick cylinder.

“You’re nasty this morning, Brian!”

“If you think I’m nasty this morning, wait until you see me Wednesday night!”

Mike and Jim took a private trip out to Silver Falls on Monday night and Mike finally got Randy and me on a 3-way call on Tuesday to discuss it.  Mike told us he thought he had serious romantic feelings for Jim and that Jim seemed to feel similarly toward him.

“That doesn’t come as a surprise to us,” I said.

“We’ve noticed a degree of pairing off and some loving looks between you guys,” Randy added.

“Are you guys okay with that?”

“Sure we are.  We want you to be happy,” I said.

“Agreed,” Randy said, “just let us know what you want.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked.

“You know,” I began.  “Do you want to be exclusive with Jim?”

Mike chuckled.  “Maybe at some point in the future, but for right now, we’re having a wonderful time being with the two of you.  I think being with Brian tomorrow will be fun, too.”

“Well, that’s great to hear,” Randy giggled.  “We’re both having a great time, too, and prefer to continue sinking our cocks into your well-used hole frequently.”

“No plans to change that any time soon,” Mike said.  “Although, you will soon be taking your cock to Austin and, even more disappointing, your talented asshole, too!”

We all laughed at this macho-talk.

“I’m glad we had this talk,” Mike said quietly.  “You are the best friends and fuck-buddies any guy could ever ask for.”

“And don’t you ever forget it!” I cried.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/16/2021