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College Swim Team Captain
Chapter 4: Sunday, Memorial Day weekend, May 29, 2023
Garrett narrates
I woke early, feeling Hank's beard tickling the back of my neck. I moved slightly and his arm tightened around my chest. "Roll over, kid," Hank ordered as he pulled me to lie on top of him. Face to face, we smiled at each other.
"Good morning," Hank said softly. I looked up and around. Dave was snoring fifteen feet away. Lowry's bedroll, ten feet in the other direction, was empty. Both Hank and I were hard.
"I need to piss soon," I remarked.
"OK." Hank pulled me upright. My ankles were still bound, my wrists tied loosely. He carried me ten feet away, as far as the ankle chain allowed. I leaned against him, we each relieved ourselves, and he carried me back and helped me lie down, with me again on top. We kissed leisurely.
"What can you do for me this morning, Garrett? I'll let you choose." My mouth worked its way down, first licking Hank's nipples, then his chest and navel, before taking Hank's balls in my mouth while my hands massaged his chest. Hank lifted his knees up to let me nestle between his legs, encouraging me by rubbing my head, neck and shoulders. He let me take the lead. "Just like you did yesterday, captain. No rush, you're doing great."
We kept steady eye contact as I worked on Hank. He lay back and relaxed. After several minutes I heard someone walk up behind us, saw Hank nod, then felt a sharp slap on my butt. Lowry drawled, "Take good care of Hank there, swimmer boy."
"He's doing a fine job," Hank said.
"Today looks like a beautiful day for another spit roast," Lowry said. "Swimmer boy, when was the last time you were fucked?"
With my mouth full, I didn't respond. "Yesterday noon," Hank answered. "You did the honors."
"I'm still recovering," I mumbled.
"I'm surprised you and Dave didn't both bugger him while I was gone."
"We did some extensive oral training."
"It appears he learned a lot. He's doing a good job on your club. Let's go for a run when you two get done?"
"Sure."
"I have coffee going. Dave is stirring. Make sure one of you ties the boy up tight before we go."
"Will do."
In a few minutes Hank shot his load. After I swallowed, he pulled me up to lie on top of him again, wrapped his arms around me tightly, and we shared a long, deep kiss. "Nice job, kid. I'd keep you." He stroked my cock and squeezed my balls. "One of us will take care of you when we get back."
He picked me up, carried me to a camp chair and wrapped a rope around my chest several times, securing me tightly; then he loosened the rope on my hands and brought a cup of coffee. Dave started the camp stove. "G man, do you want some oatmeal and berries? I'll fix eggs and bacon when Lowry and Hank get back but I'm hungry now."
"Sure, that sounds good." Hank and Lowry headed out. Dave brought a bowl of oatmeal to me and we made small talk as we ate.
"You doing OK?"
"Yeah, I'm good. I feel I should be helping out but I guess you can't trust that I wouldn't run off."
"No, kid, we can't have you get away." Dave got more coffee and oatmeal for both of us. In fifteen minutes he said he was heading to the outhouse.
"I need to go, too," I replied. Dave picked up the ankle chain and the leash, untied me, and we headed down the hill.
When we were finished, Dave steered me to the barn. "We have plans for the morning," he said with an evil grin.
"So I heard. "
"Little G seems to be getting excited about it."
"Excitement mixed with trepidation."
"You know what to expect."
"That's what I'm worried about," I laughed.
"If you're laughing Lowry isn't doing his job as threat credibility. No worries, I won't tell him." He steered me to the weight bench and had me lie down, face up, my head hanging slightly over the end, then tied my hands to the bench's legs. He looped a rope several times around my chest, securing my torso to the bench. "Lights out," Dave growled as he placed a black bandanna over my eyes and tied it tightly at the back of my head. He ran his hands over my chest, then along my jaw, and kissed me aggressively, his tongue pushing far into my mouth. I responded and we made out for a few minutes. I was frustrated that the restraints limited my ability to respond to him; he seemed to enjoy teasing me. Suddenly he pulled back from me. A moment later I felt the warmth of his cock at my lips.
"Open," he ordered. Dave teased me with it, slapping my cheek and moving his cock in and out of range, then suddenly driving it deep into my mouth. I began to suck him, but with my head almost upside down it made me cough and choke until Dave repositioned me, giving me better access and making me more comfortable. He held my head with one hand and stroked my chest and groin with the other. He initially let me do most of the work but after a few minutes began to pump his cock in and out.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps, and a hand squeezed my balls and cock while another hand stroked my chest alongside Dave's, then roughly squeezed one nipple. Dave pulled out of my mouth, and I recognized Lowry's cock as it slid between my lips. He'd just showered, was still moist, and smelled of soap and a bit of sweat. Lowry let my mouth and tongue glide over his erection and take his balls in my mouth, while a lube- slicked finger, then a second one, poked my ass. All three men talked to me, quietly and lewdly. Dave was at my ass, Lowry in my mouth, Hank hovering somewhere in between. Their hands pushed my thighs back toward my chest, stroked my neck, gripped my head, pinched my nipples, fondled my balls and cock, rubbed my arms and legs, with occasional bites and kisses at various spots. Friday afternoon had been about satisfying the three of them. Today felt different. It was about both their pleasure and mine. It motivated me to do my best.
Dave pulled on a condom and entered me quickly, pushing deep in one stroke. I gasped at the intrusion, then gasped again and smiled broadly as I felt an almost electric shock. "Did I hit little 'tate?" asked Dave, thrusting in and out. Lowry started pumping in and out of my mouth. I was dazed by the sensory overload.
Lowry pulled out of my mouth and Hank took his place. I used the techniques they'd taught me the day before to take Hank deeply, and Hank encouraged me. "Take that cock. Yeah, breathe around it. Nice work, G."
Lowry whistled. "How does he do that?"
"He's a trooper," panted Hank.
I pulled off of Hank to get a breath. "Can I watch what's going on, please?"
"Reasonable request," Hank replied, pulling the blindfold down below my chin. I looked up: Hank's cock and balls loomed just above and behind my nose; farther up his brawny chest glistened with sweat, as the giant looked down at me, grinning. One of his hands gripped the top of my skull, the other stroked my shoulder. Dave's eyes were fixed on mine as he steadily pumped in and out of my ass, his chest and abdominals flexing, our flesh slapping together, one of his hands on my hip and one pushing my thigh back. Lowry bulked large at Hank's right, his left hand on my chest, his right hand holding my other leg. Hank bent down and kissed me, long and deep, then pushed his cock back in my mouth. The taste of his precum was strong. The room smelled of sweat and musk. I had had several remarkable experiences with two of my girlfriends but this was by far the most intense sexual encounter I could recall. I was the center of attention of these three powerful, attractive, athletic men who were working together to make this memorable for all of us.
Dave's movements sped up and Hank matched him, while Lowry alternated his hands from my chin to my chest to my groin. I watched Dave's face and body tense. He let out a low guttural moan and slowed his movement, then pulled out. The men communicated in a few words or gestures as they rotated gracefully around me, Hank moving to my ass, Lowry taking his place at my mouth, Dave catching his breath while stroking my chest. Lowry unpeeled a rubber and handed it to Hank.
"You ready G?" Hank asked.
"Bring it on, Beast," I muttered before Lowry again filled my mouth. Hank entered slowly and before he had gotten very deep began a slow, gentle thrust in and out, each thrust driving a bit farther. I winced twice as Hank drove deeper; each time he paused until I nodded.
"Give it to me. Fuck me deep, Robinson."
Dave had grabbed one of my legs, pulling it back toward my chest, as Hank pushed on the other. As Hank drove deeper, Lowry pulled out of my mouth and gently stroked my forehead and nipples, both wet with sweat. Hank paused again. "Can you take it all, Pennington?"
"Just a little more, I think."
"A little more is all I have." He groaned and pushed, I winced. Hank slid out and back in. "I'm balls deep, kid. Damn, you're tight. You sure you're OK?"
"Fuck", I moaned. "Do it."
Hank slid in and out faster; I rocked my hips in tempo with his thrusts, riding his cock. Dave kept stroking my dick with one hand, the other pressing my leg back; Lowry continued to caress my forehead with one hand and began jerking himself with the other.
"You're so fucking tight, G. Fuck, this is amazing," Hank panted. "Ride me, boy." He rubbed my chest and twisted my nipple.
"Feels -- (pant)- fucking -- (pant) fantastic, Beast. Make me shoot," I gasped.
I saw Hank's body jerk and his face relax; he let out a long sigh, and I felt the coach's member pulse inside me, triggering my own orgasm. Dave milked me for what seemed an hour, as Hank continued to pump in and out and Lowry shot his own load on my chest. Hank slowed, then stopped, and bent down to give me a long, slow kiss. Lowry put his hand to the slick wetness on my stomach, a mix of his seed and mine. He scooped up a load on several fingers, put some in my mouth, then Dave's, then Hank's, then his own. He scooped up another load on two fingers, placing them in my mouth again. I licked both his fingers clean.
There were a few minutes of silence as we all relaxed and recovered from a post orgasmic stupor. Hank reached down and ruffled my hair. "You're a champ, Captain. Deep breath, kid, I'm pulling out." He withdrew slowly; I winced as my muscles contracted. Hank pulled off his condom, slick with lube, the tip full, and chuckled. "Safe sex, guys. Lowry, can you get me a gig endorsing this product?"
Lowry untied me and Dave helped me stand up. Hank got a couple of towels and we wiped each other off, then walked down to the shower. Lowry held the ankle chain and leash but led rather than tugged. I leaned on his shoulder, my legs still wobbly. After we cleaned up Hank tied me down again by the firepit, got me some lemonade, then gagged me with a bandanna. "We'll keep this on you until brunch," he explained, "just for the hell of it". Lowry helped Dave fix the food, while Hank cut wood. It was warmer today. The three older men were all in shorts and t shirts but had left me bare.
Eating brunch, Lowry chuckled, "Hank, you should convene your defensive line and offer them some prime swimmer ass."
Dave laughed. "From my experience, a couple of your defensive backs would prefer to be on the receiving end."
"When do I get a chance to be on top?" I asked.
"Never with me, kid," said Lowry.
"I'll entertain that idea, but not this weekend," Hank said. "I think Dave is right, there are a couple of guys on the squad who would happily let you bone them. I can introduce you and you guys can work it out."
"Garrett," Dave noticed, "you have hair sprouting on your chest and you've got some decent whiskers on your face now too. I never noticed you were this hairy. How often do you shave?"
"I shave my face almost every day. I shave my arms, pits, legs and chest the day before a meet. So last time was Wednesday."
"Does it really make a difference in your time?" asked Lowry.
"It definitely cuts drag. If I were as hairy as Beast or Mr. McCarthy, in a race that's decided by a second or less it would make a difference. Coach Bailey says it's mostly psychological. Ed Garcia is our best free style swimmer. He trims his chest hair but he doesn't shave it completely. He thinks it intimidates other swimmers. Mark Spitz shaved his body but grew a mustache. Shaving has been part of my race prep since freshman year. The evening before a meet I always shave, then eat steak, pasta and broccoli for dinner. I'm not superstitious but I keep having wins. Why mess with what works?
"But you don't shave your pubes," noted Dave.
"I trim them- we rarely wear speedos but when we do, they're revealing enough without hair sticking out of them."
"So no shaving this summer?"
"No. It's nice to take a break. I'll shave for the invitational in Columbus in August."
"Pennington, do you know how to play bridge?" Lowry asked.
"I've played since high school - I played a lot freshman year, not as much the last two."
"How good are you?"
"I don't know what I'm comparing myself to. I think I'm a decent player."
"How about a game this afternoon- what do you say?" Lowry asked Dave and Hank. "I'll take the kid as partner."
Dave and Hank nodded. "As long as we're playing for fun and not money," replied Hank. "You cleaned me out last time."
"Pennington, if we lose I'll hold you responsible," Lowry warned.
Hank cleaned up the lunch debris and washed dishes, then dug out a deck of cards and some bridge scoresheets. They moved me to the picnic table, tied me down with my arms free, and we played bridge for a couple of hours. Lowry discoursed at length on how bridge was a team sport- it required communication and coordination, and the two versus two nature of the game made it both competitive and cooperative.
Dave rolled his eyes and I laughed. "He's always like this, G," he complained.
"Woodruff, if you don't like my philosophy 101 you don't have to come out here." The game was fun and challenging but in the end Lowry and I beat the other two soundly. "Son, I'm going to make you a regular partner."
"For bridge or something else?" Hank smirked.
"I'm up for both," Lowry leered. I grinned back at him.
Later in the afternoon all four of us went back to the barn and worked out on the weights for an hour, as on Saturday, clad only in jock straps. It was a convivial time, with lots of mutual encouragement and some light teasing. It remained pleasantly cool in the barn even as we worked out. I enjoyed watching their toned, muscular bodies, and they didn't hide their admiration for mine. Although we were all focused on our work out routines, we were also all semi erect in our jockstraps. They made a couple of jokes, when I was in a particularly exposed or submissive position, of tying me down to the bench again, but it was said playfully and I shared in the banter. "We gave you a thorough workout this morning," Hank said, "I figure you deserved a break."
After we finished the workout, Dave and Hank headed up to the shower. Lowry and I were each finishing up a rep. Once done, we stacked the weights, and Lowry unhooked the ankle chain and held on to the end. As we started out of the barn he surprised me by steering me, one hand on my shoulder, the other on the small of my back, to face the post where they had tied me Friday afternoon. "Over here, young man."
"Really, sir?" I said, scowling at Lowry, who took the rope still hanging there and tied my hands behind the post, securing me.
"Where's your can- do attitude, kid?" he rumbled. He stood behind me and pulled off his jock, then wrapped his hand around my neck and rubbed my jaw. "You've got more than just peach fuzz here, kid." Lowry rubbed his face on my cheek; I enjoyed the scratchiness of his three day old beard. His hard on pressed against my ass cheek. As with so much of this weekend, I had mixed feelings. My ass was still sore from the morning, and I wasn't sure I could take another penetration this soon. Yet it was incredibly arousing to have Lowry hold me this way, and the man was being downright affectionate. His hand played over my face, then down to my chest. "Dave's right, you've got some nice hair growing here. I want to see how this looks in a couple of weeks." His hands moved down, and he pulled my jock off, rolling my balls in his hand. He stroked my cock, while he shifted his body so his pecker was at my entrance. "Do you want this, Garrett? I can wait but I sure want this ass again. I'll be gentle." He stuck a finger in my mouth; I slobbered on it, and Lowry moved it to my ass and slid in.
"That feels good, sir. Go easy, please. "
"Tell me you want this dick, Garrett?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you want it standing up or would you prefer we get horizontal?'
"Your choice sir, just fuck me."
"That's what I like to hear, son." Lowry pushed in a second finger, coated with lube, and prepped me for a minute, then pulled on a condom and pressed his cock in, slowly but steadily.
"You're still nice and tight, boy. How's that feel?"
"Full sir, it feels good."
"Such a fine ass." Lowry was gentler than he had been Friday afternoon or Saturday noon. I felt a spasm of initial pain which quickly became mere discomfort and then was further diminished by the jolt when his dick grazed my tate. I felt less pain but just as much pleasure as when Hank had taken me earlier; I wondered if that was because Hank had already stretched me out. As Lowry began to move in and out, he hit little tate with every stroke and I lost the ability to think about anything but the pounding and the waves of stimulation he was giving me.
Lowry kept one hand on my hip, holding me close, while the other roamed from my face and jaw to my nipples, cock and balls. He took his time and I settled into the man's rhythm. I was enjoying it much more than I'd expected. Both Lowry and I egged each other on.
"Are you my little swimmer bitch?"
"Yes sir, take my ass, sir, use me."
"I'm close, Garrett. Shoot for me." He sped up his strokes on my cock and moved his other hand to cup my balls. I soon came, with Lowry shooting almost immediately after. He continued to milk my dick, pumping in and out for what seemed minutes, until he slowed and then stopped. We both caught our breaths as he remained buried in my ass.
"Thank you," Lowry whispered in my ear, then stuck his tongue in. He turned my head to the side and planted an open mouth kiss on my lips, our tongues playing gently with each other. We made out for several minutes until he pulled his dick out with a plop.
"Thank you sir," I said, "that was good."
"I can't read your face, G, is anything wrong?"
"No sir, I just didn't expect a kiss from you. Certainly not one like that. "
"Shit, I'm exposed. No worries. Should you tell anyone, no one will believe you." He hugged me again. "I hope we can do this a few more times before you graduate. I want to put more mileage on this ass. "
"Sir, I don't think I'm able to say no to you."
Lowry slapped my ass twice. "Should I leave you here and send Dave and Hank back down?"
"No sir, I'd prefer not."
"All right then." Lowry untied me and led me down to the shower. Hank and Dave were sitting by the fire pit. As we passed by Hank called out, "Lowry, the boy is walking a little funny, what did you do to him?"
"Nothing close to what you did, Robinson," Lowry rumbled. "Dave, shouldn't you be fixing dinner?"
We cleaned up and dried off. Lowry walked me back to the fire pit and tied me to the camp chair. Dave put out a charcuterie plate; he grilled steak and shrimp, and sautéed carrots, onions and mushrooms with Lowry's help. Hank was splitting more firewood, his shirt off. The woodpile looked like there was plenty of wood for the rest of the weekend and I wondered if Hank chopped wood to keep in shape, or show off, or just to keep busy while the other two were working.
Lowry brought out a bottle of red wine with dinner. As we ate, he asked about my plans after graduation. "Pennington, have you thought about the US swim team and the Olympics? Your timing is good for the US trials, a month after you graduate."
"Sure. Every six year old kid who gets on a local swim team dreams of being the next Michael Phelps. If I make the cut I'll go to the trials but I can read the stats and rankings. I enjoy swimming, and I'm good, but I'm state good, Midwest Regionals good. I'm not sure I'm Olympics good. I`d be surprised if I made the team."
"Coach Bailey tells me you're on the cusp," said Lowry. "He thinks you have a good chance to make the US team."
"I've swum the last fifteen years because I love it but I want more from life than that. I hear about the training people do for the trials, five or six hours a day, six days a week, and it seems like a good way to make me hate swimming." I was silent for a moment. "It would be a dream to go to the Olympics but I'm not willing to sacrifice all the other things in my life for it."
"It's the opportunity of a lifetime," nodded Lowry, "but you've got a lot of other things going for you too. You're thinking about it logically and wisely."
"Sometimes I feel jaded."
"No. You have lots of options. A choice that could make you hate swimming is a bad choice. "
"Mr. McCarthy, I'm not sucking up --"
"Though you literally have been," laughed Dave.
"Shut up Woodruff," Lowry said softly, not unkindly, and nodded at me. "Go on, Pennington."
"Your slideshow to all the athletes at the beginning of each semester is always a highlight of my year."
"Which one?"
"The relative odds of signing on with a major league team or making an Olympics team."
"Oh, the speech the coaches all hate. Tunney let me start doing that a few years back. He sees Hank and me as good examples of what happens even if you get a contract. I worry we discourage guys who are qualified, but I'd prefer that to graduating average athletes who can't find a job.
"I don't have a clue what I'll do after graduation. How did you guys make it from college and the pros to where you are now? You seem to have it all figured out."
"I wouldn't go that far," said Dave. "We all took some time to find our ways."
"How do you handle the transition from college to the real world?" I asked. "It's not just finding a job, it's finding a career, keeping fit, staying sane without the structure of school."
Lowry rumbled, "News flash, captain, the world of work is a lot more structured than academia. You can skip class, as long as you don't skip too many. Don't try skipping work."
"It's the great unknown," Dave nodded. "It's a big step, but we all go through it and survive. Most of us thrive. You're ahead of the game with your double major."
"Don't let it overwhelm you," Hank advised. "Trust your instincts, and don't be afraid to try new things."
"What if I fail?"
"Don't start whining," warned Lowry. "You pick yourself up and you learn from everything that happens to you. You have a great network of friends and you'll develop a network of colleagues, too."
"G, you have no idea how confused we were," said Dave.
"Or are," added Hank.
"Seriously," I went on, "how did you figure out what you wanted to do when you grew up?"
"Shit, I still don't know," Lowry grinned.
"Of course you do, you're going to be the next Athletic Director," said Hank.
"Sometimes, I'm not sure I want the job, sometimes I don't think I deserve it." Hank snorted, spitting wine; Dave chuckled, Lowry looked solemn.
Dave broke a long silence. "It's yours when Tunney retires. I think he's ready to go as soon as he thinks you can handle the job."
"I'm not sure I can wait that long. I had an offer a few months ago to be an assistant coach at Auburn. I like Wyandotte, I like Fort Reynolds, but one of these days some one will make me an offer I can't turn down."
Hank said, "Boss man, how many times have you told me to be patient? Show me how many 34 year old ADs there are in the NCAA."
"I'll be 35 in three months," grumped Lowry. "Let me be cantankerous, Robinson."
Dave grinned and changed the subject. "G, do you really think we have it all together? I assure you we don't, even if it looks like that from your perspective."
Lowry rumbled, "Dave, tell the boy how you got where you are."
"I knew I wasn't going pro. I enjoyed football but I didn't expect anyone to draft me, so I wasn't disappointed when no one did. I majored in English and History. I thought I might teach after graduation, or go to grad school or law school. Spring semester of my senior year I worked part time in the Athletic Office, doing filing, proof reading and spreadsheets. One day they asked me to write a speech for Moody- he was the AD then. Moody liked it, and Joe Crane- my immediate boss, who retired a few years later- suggested I work for them full time while getting a Masters in Marketing and Communication. I thought it would give me time to figure out what I really wanted to do. I never thought I'd be here this long, but I kept getting promotions and more interesting assignments. In a few years I was filling a niche no one had known existed. My theory is that if you work a little bit harder than the people around you, and you're a little bit smarter, you don't have to be a genius. You still look brilliant in comparison. And if you happily say yes to new tasks, even if you're not sure how to do them, your responsibilities continue to expand."
"Garrett," said Lowry, "you won't figure everything out right away. You can't, and you don't have to. Find what makes you tick outside the pool, both within your job and outside of it. That's when the real fun starts. Always look for jobs that will teach you something new," remarked Lowry.
"G, you have incredible talent," said Dave. "The real world is a whole new ballgame, but you have the skills to handle it. You're disciplined and driven, you're intelligent, you're patient with yourself and others. All of that will take you far. You're like the Boy Scout motto- trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly-"
"Obedient. I particularly like your obedience," laughed Hank.
"Yes, that too," continued Dave. "Give yourself time to figure it out and enjoy what happens along the way."
They passed the bourbon around again. "Pennington, this is your last drink tonight, make it a small sip," warned Lowry. He turned to Dave and Hank "It's my turn to sleep with the boy. Any objections? We'll bed down in the barn. I want some privacy." He moved two sleeping bags and a blanket from the firepit to the barn, then came back for me.
Hank said, "McCarthy, don't hurt him."
"I won't leave any permanent injuries." Lowry picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed as he carried me away.
"Show some respect, son," muttered Lowry.
"I'm having too much fun, sir."
Once inside the barn he sat me down in his sleeping me down, my legs still tied. "I'll set the ankle chain. I think I can safely untie your hands. I don't understand how you can sleep like that. You won't go anywhere tonight, will you?" he asked,
"No sir."
We lay down, side by side, face to face. Lowry kissed me lightly, then more deeply. We made out for a while, our hands roaming over each other. "Here's another reason to untie your hands, kid," Lowry growled.
"I've missed doing this," I admitted, stroking Lowry's chest, then moved my head to his nipples, chewing on them and licking his chest hair. He rubbed my head as I moved lower, licking his pecker and then taking his balls in my mouth. Lowry sighed, "You've learned how much I like that."'
"Yes sir." Shortly, I moved my mouth to his cock and sucked on it. After several minutes Lowry pulled off.
"Turn on your back, son," he ordered, then rotated his body, placing his knees behind my head, his face in my crotch. He took me in his mouth as I continued to suck him.
It was a slow, relaxed session, enhanced by our tactile contact as we stroked each other. In about five minutes we turned on our sides. I appreciated that he made no move toward my ass; I was worn out, and this was the right pace for me now. I was grateful, too, for the affection I felt from him. He was pacing both of us, easing off when he sensed one of us was close. After twenty minutes or so he pulled off my cock and started to chew on my nipples, at the same time quickly pumping his cock deep into my mouth. I adjusted my suction to his new rhythm. In a few minutes his body tensed as he shot his load. I took as much as I could, still sucking on his shaft, while he continued to play with my tits and piston in my mouth.
"Hold on," I said. "I need to breath, sir."
"Sorry," Lowry muttered. He pulled his cock out of my mouth but was still lying on top of me, then took me in his mouth again and played with my balls. I resumed licking his dick, still rigid, and in a few minutes I came, too. Lowry surprised the hell out of me by swallowing my load, then rotated again so we were face to face.
"Are you happy, kid?"
"Yes sir. Are you?
"Quite satisfied." Lowry hugged me tightly and went in for a deep, long kiss.
We rested a few minutes; Lowry got a towel and wiped up the wet spots, then lay down, his chest to my back, and wrapped his arms around me. In a minute he was snoring, and then I fell asleep too.