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

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Chapter 32

Our First Five-Way

Wednesday was an exciting day.  At the country club I could tell Brian was a trifle nervous and was extra animated in anticipation of the evening’s events, I suspected.  I was pretty “high” about it, too, and was glad to get home a bit after 3 to be sure the air beds were full of air and our supplies, including extra towels and water, were correctly placed beside the beds.  I ate my big meal (Mrs. Williams’ left-over pot roast) about 4:00, then retired to my boudoir for a nap followed by a douche and a shower.  We’d agreed to meet at my house at 7:30 and I was ready just after 7.

At 7:25, Jim’s red Ford Fit pulled up with Mike and Randy as passengers.  I had left the garage door up so Brian could park inside when he arrived.  Only a few minutes passed before we heard the garage door closing and then the door in from the garage opening.

“Anyone home?” Brian called out.

“Yes!” we all yelled in unison.

Quickly Brian appeared in the hallway and came back into the den, where we all stood in a semi-circle facing him: me on the left, then Randy, Mike, and last Jim.  Brian came to me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, hugged me, and then stepped to Randy for a repeat.  When he had finished greeting Randy and Mike, he moved in front of Jim. 

“It’s great to see you here, Jim,” Brian said as he grasped Jim’s bulging biceps.

“You, too, Coach.  I mean, Brian.”

Brian smiled his sexy grin.  “May I kiss you?”

“Oh, yes!” Jim gushed.

Brian kissed him gently before hugging him a little longer than he had hugged the rest of us.  Within a few seconds, it seemed, everyone was naked and piled onto one of the beds.  We let Jim have Brian’s cock first as we knew the novelty of their connection would get everything off to a good start.  Mike fell in behind Jim and began a dedicated rim job to get Jim ready for Brian’s awesome erection.  Meanwhile Randy and I took advantage of being left out by forming a lovely 69, me above him.  This went on for a while and then Randy scooted up a bit and began licking my asshole from underneath me.  I continued the BJ I was giving him.

A couple of minutes passed before I heard Brian say sweetly, “Jim, would you like for me to put my cock in you?”

Brian was always a gentleman that way, never taking for granted that someone wanted to get fucked, although I don’t recall any of us ever saying no.  Jim glanced at Brian and said, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Why don’t you just sit down on it?”

Jim moved up until he could straddle Brian’s pelvis, while the always helpful Mike tore open a condom wrapper, sheathed the top man’s cock, and smeared a generous amount of lube on the teacher’s turgid thickness.  Mike held the big prick up to Jim’s rosebud and nestled it into his lover’s orifice.  Jim grunted as he slid down the older man’s spectacular appendage. 

I watched Jim’s face as he slowly absorbed Brian’s cock into his body.  His eyes were closed and a rapt look took over his face.  He held his breath and grimaced slightly as his body was breached and then challenged.  But Jim sank down until his firm glutes encountered the firmness of Brian’s thighs and he could take no more inside.  Only then did he breathe and open his eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” he cooed.  “This is heavenly.”

Brian locked eyes with his newest conquest.  “You feel really good, Jim.  Warm, wet, tight.”

The strawberry blonde rose gently up from his position seated on Brian’s thighs, leaned forward slightly, and pulled several inches off Brian’s thick prong.  He stopped, grinned at Brian, and sank back down, crying out in a faint yelp as he did so.  As he began to speed up his efforts, Brian started grunting and Jim started moaning.

Randy pushed me off him, then twisted me on the bed so I was on my knees alongside Brian and Jim.  I felt the cool smoothness of lube as Randy skewered me with two fingers.  Mike moved in front of me as he presented his dick to my mouth.  I’d only gotten a couple of good sucks in before I felt the blunt end of Randy’s dick knocking at my back door.  Soon I was taking prime teenaged dick at both ends in a very hot scene.

For several minutes Jim’s body rose and fell above Brian while both Mike and Randy pushed into me and then pulled away.  As for me, I just received hot sexy sensations coupled with loving vibes as the precum began drooling from my dickhead onto the sheet below me.  The moans, grunts, yelps, and whimpers merged into a cacophony of sexy sounds that boosted my lustful need a few notches while we all worked toward getting our rocks off.

And then, the payoff began.  Jim screamed and flooded Brian’s sexy torso with long strings of thick cum.  Mike screamed and blasted my tonsils with a heavy load.  Randy slammed into me with all his force and screamed as he shot off into the heat of my depths.  Brian helped Jim raise himself and release the teacher’s hot cock. 

As Jim lay down on his back beside Brian, our horny coach rose to his knees and looked down at the wilted wrestler beside him.  “I’m not done with you yet,” Brian said with determination.  Jim looked up at him with surprise as Brian crawled between his strong legs and grabbed his ankles.  As his ankles headed toward the ceiling, Jim’s eyes widened as Brian entered him again.

“Oh, fuck,” Mike moaned.  I turned his body and pushed him to his knees facing the hot fuck going on nearby.  Randy handed me the lube and I quickly worked a large dollop into Mike’s luscious asshole.  When he was prepped, I pushed into him excitedly, launching quickly into a fast fuck that challenged his ability to adjust quickly to my intrusion.

Randy lolled on the bed beside us, drinking from a water bottle as he watched Brian pound Jim on his left and me pound Mike on his right.  Later, Randy told me watching the live porn all around him was one of the things he didn’t think he would ever forget about our sexy summer.

Brian played with his new bottom boy, fucking him energetically for a while, then slowing to almost imperceptible thrusts while he delayed his orgasm.  I wasn’t as disciplined and was soon bathing my boy’s innards with my soothing hot cream.  By the time I had pulled out, Randy was ready to take over turning Mike’s ass into mincemeat, so we merely did a quick switch-out before Randy started pounding Mike as if he wanted this one to be quick and monumental.

Meanwhile Jim seemed out of his head with need, grabbing for his cock, only to have Brian push his hands away, even holding his wrists together over his head for a while as Brian continued his steady working of Jim’s body.  Jim thrashed about below Brian, moaning and whimpering in frustration and passion as Brian’s cock continued its onslaught. 

Mike rolled about in nearly as much agitation as Jim until Randy added his load to the one I’d deposited earlier.  But still Brian timed his thrusts to keep himself and his partner right on the precipice of orgasm.

“Please, Coach,” Jim begged, “let me cum!”

Now that Randy had finished with Mike, the uber-macho Brian said quietly to Mike, “Suck him.”

Mike grinned and scrambled down on his lover, opening wide to take in the drippy and straining gigantic cock that would have been standing straight up to the ceiling were it not so heavy.  As Mike’s lips came together around Jim’s cockshaft, Brian doubled his timing and the pressure he was putting on Jim’s prostate.  I don’t think more than a few seconds passed before Jim uttered an earsplitting scream as he began flooding Mike with his passion juice.  Immediately, Brian rammed all the way into the boy and screamed, “Oh, yeah!”  Clearly, he was filling the condom just as Jim’s balls were emptying into Mike’s mouth.

When they had all quieted, I muttered, “Holy fuck!”  Then I passed out bottles of water to help this beautiful crew recover.  There was no Round 2 that night, but just a half hour of lying in a delicious heap of firm flesh covered with clean sweat and remnants of cum.

It wasn’t until I went to bed an hour later that I realized I had not had any actual sexual contact with either Brian or Jim that evening, but that I felt as emotionally connected to them as I would have if we had fucked ourselves silly together.

******* 

This intrepid gang of sex fiends didn’t connect again until Saturday afternoon.  This time Brian and Jim took turns on the tight asses belonging to Mike, Randy, and me until we weren’t so tight anymore. 

Summer’s End

From the week my family was away, the summer settled into a fairly routine set of scheduled meetings from some portion of our group in order to assure us all of lots of exciting sexual gratification in a variety of mouths and asses.

Randy and I double-dated with Mike and Jim to see Magic Mike XXL, which was titillating but not so great.  We had a cook-out at Silver Falls and spent two nights together in a 6-man tent in the mountains near Ruidoso, New Mexico.  Hiking in the mountains and being alone together in nature were wonderful experiences none of us had had before but which all of us enjoyed sharing.

Randy and I managed an afternoon or evening fuck once or twice a week while Mike and Jim were doing similar wonderfully nasty meet-ups.  Once in a while, Mike would join my best bud and me for some quality time and a couple of times a month, he would bring Jim along.  We got together as a five-some once or twice more and I actually saw Brian alone a couple of times, too.

The summer passed very quickly and soon we were all getting back into school mode once more.  Brian began his teacher prep time in early August and Randy made plans to depart from Lubbock on Labor Day to make his move to Austin and the U of Texas.

In late August, Mike and Jim decided to get an apartment for the school term.  They invited me to join in with them, but I felt it was time they had more privacy and I could save quite a bit of cash by continuing to live at home for another year or so.

So, on the first of September, Mike and Jim moved into an apartment near campus.  It was a nice one-bedroom in off-campus student housing and, of course, Randy and I helped them get settled in.  The next weekend was Labor Day weekend, so we had a boisterous little going-away party for our special friend Randy on Sunday afternoon after a more public gathering the night before at Gretchen’s house.

Brian was able to join us that Sunday afternoon and we had a delicious sexual inauguration of the apartment (although I’m pretty sure it had already been inaugurated at least a couple of times by then).  After some great blow jobs and rim jobs, we gangbanged Randy so that he carried a load from each of us with him to Austin.  He drank Brian’s load from the condom, but the other loads he took inside and kept them there, mostly.

When the party ended, there were some tearful good-byes before I took Randy out to my car to take him home.  As we drove the 15 minutes to the Hammonds’ house, Randy took my hand like a long-time lover might.  We were quiet all the way, each lost in his thoughts, I guess.  As I steered the car onto his street, he asked me to pull over for a minute.  I found a shady spot under a tree and sort of between two houses and pulled into the curb. 

“It’s been an amazing year, babe,” he said quietly.

“Hasn’t it?  Just calling me babe says it all, doesn’t it?”

He grinned.  “It says a lot, but not all, I think.  Rick, you have been my main man since seventh grade, but now I know you are always going to be my main man.  I love you, dude.”

I choked and my voice cracked when I spoke.  “I love you, too, babe.”

“Sometimes I’m kind of mad that we aren’t exactly gay.  I mean, we’re partly gay.  That seems a little obvious.  But, if we were 100% gay, then I’d ask you to marry me and share my life with me.”

I couldn’t answer for the size of the lump in my throat.  I squeezed his hand fiercely.  Finally, I looked at him and saw that our eyes were equally teary.  “I…uhm…love you, babe…always,” I stuttered.  “I wish we could be together always, too, but…I know we can’t.”

He nodded.  “That doesn’t mean I will not always love you.”

“Thank you, Dolly Parton,” I joked. 

He laughed, thank God.  “And I just want you to know that I will always want to make love with you any time we have the opportunity.”

That assurance really eased my pain at our parting.  “Me, too, babe!”

“I’ll be home for the UT-Tech football game and for Thanksgiving and Christmas and we’ll definitely get some quality time together then.”

“I know, babe!”

“You know something, Rick?”

“What?”

“I could never have done this without you.”

“Huh?”

“I admit I had a little curiosity about what guy-sex was like, but I didn’t have the guts to find out alone.  But when you wanted to explore it, too, I never had any doubts.  I wanted to share this with you.  And I’m so glad I did.”

“Me, too, Randy.  Me, too.” 

*******

A week later I got this photo texted to me along with a note: “Always.”

The End.

Posted: 07/16/2021