Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 03:21:17 +0000 From: CrazyWeather Subject: There's A Hole In The Fence I hope you enjoy the following completely fictional account of an encounter between a man and a preteen boy. The events described are not based on any real events, locations, or people. To wit: it's all made up shit. If for any reason this will offend you or be inappropriate for you to read, go read something else. This is my first attempt at writing a story for Nifty, and reader feedback will be most appreciated. Feel free to write me at crazyweather@protonmail.com. Whether they contain constructive criticism or praise, your comments are welcome. If you enjoy the Nifty Archive, please consider donating to help maintain it at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thanks. Now let's have a little fun... THERE'S A HOLE IN THE FENCE When I was nineteen, I got a job at a community center in a nearby city. It boasted several pools, a gym, weight rooms, steam rooms, saunas... pretty much everything. It also hosted events for community members and sponsored diving and swim teams, among others. During the summer, it was a busy place. The days started early and ended late. I was asked to "pre-open", which consisted of doing a complete walk through, inside and out. I'd be the first staff member on the property every day, Monday through Friday. If I discovered any problems that could lead to a delay in the daily opening two hours later, I had to either correct them myself or call in the maintenance people to take care of them. I was also told to expect some early-bird activities, for which I would just have to be available in case, for instance, one of the swim coaches needed supplies that were locked away – think toilet paper - or if anybody participating in early birds got hurt. Most of the time, all I had to do was show up, take a look around, and make sure a pipe hadn't broken or something, and that vandalism hadn't been done overnight. After all, it was a nice place, but the neighborhood was a little "sketchy". The first week was great... very relaxing, almost boring, really. After I did my rounds, I usually had at least an hour to do as I pleased, which mostly consisted of a workout in the weight room, followed by a dip in the pool to cool off. By the second or third day, I realized I could skinny dip, because nobody else was around. Being all hot and sweaty after working out, it was extremely relaxing and pleasant to swim naked, even if just for a few minutes. I'd gotten into a nice routine, which I had hoped to continue the second week. But that Monday, almost as soon as I'd opened the front door, a swim coach walked in, who would be followed shortly thereafter by her team members. Initially, I was pissed. There went my private gym, weight room, and pools! There went my skinny-dipping! Oh well, it was a job, after all, and a pretty good paying one at that. Besides, I could just show up even earlier if I absolutely insisted on having a private hour or so. But what really consoled me was what I saw – or I guess I should say who I saw - on my first trip out to the pools after swim practice had started. The first group to practice swimming was a bunch of nine and ten year old boys, all of whom wore matching white Speedos which highlighted the nice tans some of those kids already had at this early point in Summer. Hmmm, I thought to myself, this may not be such a big problem after all. I let the coach know I'd be nearby in case she needed anything, and she thanked me for sticking around. I did my best to act bored with the whole thing, but the reality was that I was about as happy as could be and I found the best place from which to watch those smooth, sleek, shapely, toned little boys emerging from the pool. After getting out of the water, they walked right past me to the place on the pool deck from which they dove in all over again. Oh, those lovely legs and beautiful butts were a sight to behold. Those tight dripping speedos clung so perfectly and accentuated every delightful curve and bulge. The early morning sun reflected off all the right places on those beautiful little wet boy bodies. Ooooooh! Incredible. I was snapped out of my trance by two still-dripping kids who were getting a little rough on the deck, pushing each other as they ran past me. "Hey guys, please, hands to yourselves and no running." I corrected. One of them replied, "Oh, sorry" and immediately modified his behavior to something much more appropriate. The other, apparently a little tough guy, said to me, "Oh, you the pool police or something? Haha", apparently trying to impress his buddy. I let it go. He too had at least done what I'd asked, despite mouthing off. As he walked away from me, I couldn't help but stare at that small, round, firm ass. A textbook little boy bubblebutt. And legs that were extremely shapely and muscular, but not overly so. Short black hair, tan shoulders and a beautiful back. If you've ever seen the Shot Me Down Allan video with the dancing boy, this kid looked a lot like him. On his next walk past me, he saluted. I nodded and played along, "Oh, right, pool police, that's funny". "Your face is funny"! he proclaimed. Little smart ass, I thought. Your face is a dream cum true. Next time, he saluted again and I said, "Just keep it slow there, mister, so I don't have to write ya a ticket". He laughed. He smiled at me and held the gaze as he walked away. I laughed. I smiled at him. An amazing little tingle shot through my nuts, triggering a small but pleasing dose of precum to surge into my dick. By his fourth or fifth walk past, we were buds. "So you really work here?" he asked. "Yes, I just keep an eye on things" I replied. Things like that chest and that lovely belly, and when you walk away from me again, my eyes are gonna be riveted to that sexy-ass boy butt of yours, I thought to myself. The forty five minute practice felt like it was over in five. Unexpectedly, my new friend came to me at the end of practice. I asked him his name. "Felix". I resisted the urge to chuckle. I thought to myself, Felix, like the cat, or the clean-freak roommate on The Odd Couple?. "Nice to meet you Felix, I'm Joe, the pool police". With a name like Felix, I guess you kind of have to act tough. We both smiled. He said, "Practice is too short, I need more time in the water, even my coach said so". "Yeah, I know Felix, forty five minutes go fast. But we're open most of the day, seven days a week. Stick around and you can practice". "There's always too many people, I'll never get a lane". "True. Is there a less crowded pool in your neighborhood? He moved in closer, putting his right hand on my left shoulder. "This is my neighborhood, I live right there". He pointed with his left hand to a small, beat up looking building just beyond our fence, which I'd never even noticed before and would have assumed was a warehouse if I had. "Well, at least you're close to home, pretty convenient, huh?" I asked. "Yeah and even when I don't have practice, I get in for free", Felix proudly exclaimed, so excited he withdrew his hand from my shoulder. Dammit. "How do you do that"? I asked. A smart ass AND a delinquent. This kid's hot as fuck! "There's a hole in the fence". He pointed to some bushes along our fence line, across the street from his apartment. "Oh, that's pretty convenient too"! I told him. "Don't fix it, okay Joe" "I won't. But somebody else might. So keep that hole in the fence to yourself, that's my suggestion". The chances that somebody on the maintenance staff would actually do something – anything - were so remote that I never even considered that fence getting fixed a possibility. "You know, Felix", I continued, "I get here way before your practice. If you get up early and want some extra pool time before the team, just go in through the hole in the fence. I won't say anything, and I'll pretend not to know you're here. I'll even check on you to make sure you're OK. But you really better make sure you're out of the pool before anybody else can come out here and see you. And make sure it's okay with your mom, don't just come in here without at least telling her". I started to feel that I'd really hit it off with this sweet boy. "I will, but she won't mind... she goes to work real early. Should I just go home when I'm done, and then come back when practice starts"? He asked. I was glad to see that he was serious about getting more practice, and that he was interested in what I'd suggested about sneaking in and using the pool before anybody else came in. "Sure buddy, in fact, that's a good idea. You should definitely go back home for a bit before real practice begins. So maybe I'll see you early tomorrow morning?" I asked. "I hope so, as long as Mom says it's OK" Felix replied, rolling his handsome brown eyes. I sensed that I was being played. I let it go. Now it was my turn to put my hand on his soft, smooth, wet - yet warm - shoulder. "I hope so too". He smiled, then turned and walked away. The next swim team, girls of the same age as Felix's, started to fill the pool area. I stood up and felt a cool, wet sensation in the front of my underwear. The precum had been flowing. I told the coach I was going to go grab some coffee, and asked if she'd like some. "Oh, no, but thank you so much". "My pleasure, ma'am. Back in a few". Great time for the pool police to take a little break from the sun, I thought. Nothing to see here, folks. At least not until these cackling little bathing cap wearing swimmers wrap up and the next group of boys comes in. That night as I lay in bed replaying the day in my mind, I couldn't help but think of the sexy boys on the swim team and particularly of my new friend Felix. It took all of about two minutes of stroking before jets of cum were shooting out of my pulsing, boy-loving cock. After that nice jacking session, I was off to sleep in no time. I woke the next morning eager to get to work early and see if Felix would actually show up. My expectations were low. I doubted his mom would permit him to swim alone, even if just across the street from their apartment. And the idea that he'd show up seemed too good to be true, so I figured it probably wouldn't happen. I arrived at work when it was still somewhat dark. I unlocked the doors, entered the code into the security system, and started the coffee pot. I took a look around, didn't see any problems inside or out, and headed back to the office to make sure the coffee was brewing properly. Felix was a distant memory as I was filling out my log book, having dismissed any possibility of his taking me up on my offer as remote at best. I thought about a quick workout, but decided I should first just go check outside by the pool one more time. And there he was, in his white team Speedo. Doing laps like he owned the place, not even looking to see if anybody was around. I sat in the same place I'd sat the day before, and that's just where he had parked his towel. I was thus guaranteed a personal visit at some point. After a few minutes, my cute little friend emerged from the water and came right over to me. "Thanks, Joe, this is awesome. I get a whole lane, even the whole pool, to myself without any of those faggots on the team around!". Tough guy is back. Sexy. "I'm so glad you took me up. Now get back in and enjoy it before we have to get you out of here. If the coach sees you here this early, it will all be over". Felix ran and jumped back in the pool, affording me another glimpse of those perfect, fleshy mounds, barely contained by the snug, dripping Speedo. In my pants, precum again. I thought to myself, I will beat the shit out of any cocksucker who fixes that fence! A few minutes later, he got back out of the water. I looked at my watch and said he'd better go. Off he went, wrapped in a towel... off the pool deck, across the grass, into the bushes, through the fence. He ran to whichever dreary apartment he was about to beautify by simply walking in the door. I knew he'd be back for regular practice an hour later, so I knocked out a quick visit to the weight room, then got myself back on the pool deck just in time for boys' swim practice. Yum. This time during practice, Felix introduced me to his friend. Scott was his name, and he was a cutie-pie too, but not as hot as Felix. Scott was the sweetest little boy, and I was happy to see Felix lightening up on his tough guy attitude toward him. Of course, I was not extended the same courtesy. As soon as Scott walked away, Felix said to me, "See, he's a nice kid and all, but he's a little faggot, right"? "I don't think so, pal. He seems like an awesome kid to me, maybe not quite as awesome as you, but anyway, you two are fast becoming friends". I winked at Felix. "You don't always have to act so tough, you know... personally, I like you just the way you are. Just be nice to the other kids, and I'll bet you will make a lot of good friends on the team". It was amazing to me how I had started assuming a role of trusted advisor to this boy I'd only met the previous day. "Okay", said Felix. He turned away, then turned back to me, and winked. Then he walked away. Hot. The next morning, I got to work even earlier than on the day before. I unlocked the place, turned on lights, started coffee, filled in the log, and worked out. After all that, the sun was out, so I looked and sure enough, there was Felix in the pool. Oh, Felix. The wink from that little tough guy the previous morning had told me two things.... one: he wasn't really such a macho, tough little guy after all. Two: he liked me, that was for sure. Probably not in the same way that I liked him, but he liked me, nonetheless. He jumped out of the pool, ran over to me, and said hello. I said hello back, and reminded him to walk on the pool deck. This time he apologized and said he'd remember. Wow, progress! I told him to jump back in while there was still time. As he walked away, I noticed two small creases on the edges of his little white Speedo. One was on its top, on the right side of Felix's lower back. The contrast between white, textured fabric and tan, smooth skin with thin, golden, downy hair was shockingly appealing. The other was on the Speedo's lower left, just above his leg. The one on his back was tantalizing enough, but the one on his leg allowed for a glimpse of just a little more of that awesome butt than the designer had intended. A tempting, sexy, slightly less suntanned slice of nature's most beautiful creation... little boy ass. This morning, when Felix got out of the pool, he asked me where I go when he leaves, with the place still not officially open yet. I told him I go to the office, check a few things, make sure everything is OK for when we open up to the teams or to the public, whoever will be coming in first. He asked me if, instead of going home, he could hang out with me. Immediately, my little friend – no, not Felix, the one in my pants – stirred to life. "It'll be boring, there's really nothing to do before we open". "But you could show me around, let me see all the private places I never get to see". He gave me a pleading look, and reached out to touch my shoulder. Pretty convincing. Very affectionate. "Look, I'll let you hang out today, but tomorrow you're gonna have to go home after your own personal, private practice, OK? I don't want either of us to get in trouble". "Cool, thanks", he agreed. And then he did it. He started to walk away, turned his head back toward me, looked at me over his left shoulder, squinted his eyes, puckered his lips, and faked a kiss in my direction. He had the fingers of both of his hands intertwined as far down as he could reach in front of him, his arms forming the letter "V". And he shook that little Speedo wearing butt at me. Very effeminate. I damn near came in my pants. What the fuck did I just see? This little tough guy, who, moments ago, called the other kids on his team faggots, just acted like a girl for me. Did he just come ON to me? The only conclusion possible was that Felix had just flirted with me, after telling me he wants to go to a private place with me. Oh man, he's such a little slut! My dick felt like it was about to break right through the front of my jeans, zipper and all. A few minutes later, as we started his tour, tough guy was gradually reemerging. In the weight room, he sat on the bench press equipment, leaving a boy butt shaped little wet spot where his Speedo had contacted the padding. When I told him to put a towel down next time, he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I let it go. Next was the gym. Felix reveled in having the huge place all to himself, even though it was for only a minute or two of shooting baskets. Next came the locker room, along with the adjoining steam room and sauna. He opened the glass door to the steam room, and saw a big, empty room with tiled walls, floor, and seats. "What's this?" he asked me. It's the steam room, but without the steam turned on yet. When this is full of steam, it feels hot and wet, and you can hardly see anything". "Why would anybody wanna go in there with steam on"? Felix inquired. "People think sitting in all that steam is good for them" I explained. "Sounds pretty gay to me". He was definitely Mr. Tough Guy again... very appealing. And with his towel over his shoulder, his upper body was almost covered but I got occasional views of that Speedo and his smooth, shapely legs were on full display. A sight to behold. When we walked back out into the locker room from the steam room, he spotted the wooden door to the sauna and asked me what that was. I told him it was the sauna. He ran ahead of me and opened the door. He turned toward me. He didn't wink this time, but looked at me and, really quickly, made a facial gesture in which he raised his eyebrows twice in rapid succession, with his eyes wide open and his forehead wrinkled. Some sort of unspoken request, or display of interest in something. Or permissiveness. I know you want some of this. Come and get it. He turned his gaze away and gleefully disappeared into the sauna. The door had closed halfway by the time I got to it. Playfully, I walked in and looked all around the sauna, pretending not to see Felix but sitting right across from him on a lower level of the wooden seats. "Uh oh, it's the pool police", said Smart Ass. Hot. "You have a permit to be in here?" I questioned. "I forgot it", retorted Felix. "We're closed. How did you even get in here?" I demanded. "There's a hole in the fence", he shot back, winking repeatedly, totally playing along. "What's this room for, anyway?" he continued. "It's the sauna, pretty much the same as the steam room, minus the steam", I explained. "So why'd you follow me in here?" he asked in an accusatory tone. Now he was looking directly at me with a huge grin. I really felt that he knew what I liked about him, and that, perhaps, he was curious about where that might lead us. "Because you made eyes at me when you ran in here". I said. "No I didn't" he laughed, smiling at me, looking directly into my eyes, and REPEATING the raised eyebrows gesture. This time, I said nothing, but I pointed at myself, then quickly at the empty spot to his left, as if to ask his permission to sit next to him. He said nothing, but nodded his head toward that empty seat. I scooted across to him, sat beside him. "Why'd you follow me in here?" he asked again, not backing down from the tough guy act, but clearly acknowledging that he knew I wanted something. It was now time to act. Before I lost my nerve. Before Felix lost his. Before somebody came in to our now-private sauna. Before the delicious anticipatory tension between us faded. Before the moment passed. Before it was too late. "It's not hot enough for me outside, I needed more heat" I told him. "But the heat's not even on!" He always has an answer. I love this kid! "You know why" I said. "No I don't, tell me" he giggled. Looked me in the eyes. "You really wanna know why, Felix"?. "Yup. Tell me". I leaned in close. Put my right arm around him, my hand holding his silky smooth right shoulder. My nuts tingling with electricity, my cock straining against my jeans. That wetness at the tip again. My heart racing. I got a little bolder, put my left hand on his left knee, sliding the towel that was draped over it just out of the way. I caressed that beautiful, smooth, warm, incredibly inviting leg, slowly inching my hand up his thigh. I put my lips to his left ear, and whispered to him, "Cause I wanna suck your dick, baby". From Felix, there was no apparent shock. No immediate recoil, or squirming away from my touch. No rejection, none of the many sudden adverse reactions I'd feared... none at all. Instead, this... "So what's stopping you?" he asked. "The Speedo and the towel." I rolled my eyes. He was immediately on his feet. Dropped that towel as if it were on fire. Hands into his Speedo, pushing it down to his feet. All so fast! I would have preferred a nice, slow buildup. The feeling of my hands on his back, moving down to his hips, hooking my thumbs into his waistband, and caressing his ass cheeks and thighs as I gently, slowly lowered his Speedo to reveal all the treasures it was hiding. But Felix's way was every bit as exciting. With him standing on the bottom row in the sauna, and me standing on the floor facing him, his cocklet sprang out of that Speedo like one of those fake snakes coiled up inside a can, right in front of my eyes. To say the least, it was very obvious that he was completely aroused. His dick was so swollen, engorged, pulsing, it looked like it may not even be able to contain its own excitement. The clock was ticking, and I wasted no time. I buried my face in his sexy, protruding boy belly, taking in its warmth and smoothness. My left cheek against his velvety flesh was Heaven on Earth. My right-out-of-the-pool-fresh little lover was soft and clean. Even with the lingering chlorine odor, he smelled delightful. I reached around him with my left hand and held both cheeks of his hot little ass, using a finger or two to trace that inviting opening between the two. I came at his cocklet with my mouth from his right side, as if I were about to eat a hot dog from the middle instead of from the end. Felix's turgid little unit stood right up in front of me, seemingly reaching for the ceiling and throbbing, almost bouncing, in rhythm with every beat of his precious heart. It occurred to me that his penis was like a hook, pulling me in and making sure that once my mouth got hold of it, it would never let me go. I turned and got in front of Felix, and I held that ass for leverage to guide his handsome, stiff, cut littleboycock right where we both needed it... onto my lips. I kissed it, and looked up to see his big grin. Hot as fuck! Then I licked it, just slightly, on the underside right below his gorgeous little purple head. Again I gazed up into my lover's eyes, and he winked at me. Tough guy was long gone. This boy wanted his dick sucked by a guy. And, thankfully I was the guy. I knelt on the wooden bench, making it easier to do what came next, and I got to work. Ever so gently, I caressed his sweet hairless balls, cupping them with my right hand, while I continued kneading his butt cheeks with my left. Then I slowly enveloped his stiff little love stick with my mouth. Up and down I went, lovingly, softly, gently, relentlessly, doing my very best to reward this sexy little boy for his beauty. For making my day. For being my friend. For being the fulfillment of years of dreaming about a moment like this. I stopped just long enough to ask, "Felix, do you sometimes play with yourself?" "Yeah". "Do you know what it is to cum"? "I've done that, but nothing shoots out. It just feels really good". "Ok, I wanna make you cum, you won't be afraid, will you". "No, just keep sucking it", he pleaded. "Ok". Into my mouth once again I took that yummy little cock. With both hands now I moved Felix's smooth boyass into a motion that he soon took up himself, pistoning his sexy fucking cocklet in and out, in and out, in and out of my insatiable mouth. He put his hands on my shoulders, and when I looked up at him again, with his dick still working in and out of my mouth, his face was pointed down toward me but his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his tongue moving in and out of his beautiful lips. This little guy is completely into me sucking his cock. My beautiful little boy was fucking my face with everything he had. Then he started moaning, and suddenly, he slowed the motion of his hips. I realized he was on the verge. I looked up and saw an expression of complete bliss on his lovely face. Suddenly he blurted out, "Oooh, yeah, oooooh, keep sucking me!" He stopped his hip motion completely. I slowed my motion as well. I sucked on him without moving, like his little boy dick was a straw through which I was trying to take in the thickest, most delicious milk shake ever made. The next sound he made was, "Mmmmmpppphhhh", and I could tell it was really enjoyable for him. After a moment or two, I let his cocklet out of my mouth. There, on the tip of that incredibly sexy, now deflating little penis, one clear drop of precious littleboy love nectar was clinging just below his piss slit. I wasn't about pass this up. Once again, I savored the incredible taste and feeling of his cock in my mouth, and I lapped up that dewdrop. I felt a shiver through my entire body as I savored its sweetness, what it meant. "Oh, Felix, that was so hot baby, did you like it". "Yeah", he panted, "that was awesome". "You better get dressed and run home. If anybody asks just say you got here early so I let you use the bathroom, OK?". "Yeah, OK, nobody's gonna see me, don't worry". This became our routine for the entire summer. We didn't miss a single day of his early swim practice, followed by me giving him his daily blowjob. As much as I wanted to, I never took out my dripping cock so I could ask Felix to do something fun with it. I didn't want to press my luck or turn him off or make him uncomfortable or do anything else that could threaten the amazing sex we were having every morning. Above all, I wanted our fun to be completely about pleasing him. So every night, I lubed up and jacked my boy loving dick, remembering the sweet little cock that had been in my mouth that morning, the same one that would be in it again the next, at least Monday through Friday. Eventually, we ran out of summer. When swim practice ended for the season and schools opened back up, I found the maintenance guy. I told him, "There's a hole in the fence", and I pointed to the bushes. He looked at his watch and assured me he'd get to fixing that fence right away. I'd worked there long enough to recognize his code for "Go fuck yourself, I ain't fixing shit". I let it go. As the months wore on, I ran into Felix only occasionally, but the winter activities around that place weren't much to his liking. Even if they had been, they wouldn't have given us any opportunities to play like we had when we'd first met. By the time Spring approached I hadn't seen him for quite some time. I was saddened to realize that my relationship with Felix may have meant a lot more to me than it had to him. One day I had a meeting with my boss to figure out my schedule for the upcoming Summer. Once again, for the weeks when Summer Activities would be in session, I was assigned to Pre-Opening. After the meeting I was walking out to my car when another staff member - a real nice guy – approached me and asked if I'd heard what happened there the previous night. I had no idea. "About three in the morning, some drunk drove a van into the fence in the back. Fucked up about forty feet of it, right near all those bushes in the corner", he told me, a little more giddily than I thought necessary. "Dude did a slow roll out of here, made it about five blocks and then the cops grabbed him". My heart sank a little. We said our goodbyes, and I jumped in my car to drive home. On my way, I took a look at the fence... it was fucked up alright. I thought to myself, Maintenance won't fix that. They'll have to hire a contractor for that mess, or at least somebody with a little knowledge and a willingness to work. The next Friday I stopped back in there to pick up my pay check which only had the couple of hours I'd earned by attending that scheduling meeting with my boss. As I pulled up to the complex, I took a look in the back, and my heart sank again. Sixty feet of brand-spanking new, shiny chain link fence had been installed to replace the damaged part. I went in and picked up my check, only slightly excited that in three days, Summer Activities and my Pre-Opening duties would resume. My boss asked me if I wanted a few hours on Sunday morning to make sure everything I would need to Pre-Open on Monday was in place, because Early Bird activities would start on the first week of this year's Summer program, unlike the previous year when they'd started on the second week. He said I could essentially just do a practice run of my opening routine. I wanted the hours so I jumped at the opportunity. It had rained pretty heavily on Saturday night, and I was grateful that the forecast called for beautiful weather on Sunday, Monday, and the rest of the foreseeable future. At least the weather will be great for our first week, I thought. But I didn't feel much better, because I feared that I'd seen the last of my dear little Felix. I found my log book from the previous summer, re-familiarized myself with all the lighting panels and the alarm system. I made sure my keys still worked in all the door locks. The coffee pot and associated supplies looked good. Then I did my practice walk through the inside of the complex. The weight room appeared to be in good order so I could start my workout dark and early the next morning. The gym, locker room, steam room and sauna all looked good. Oh, the sauna. My heart sank yet again, my stomach turned a little. With my head low and my spirits even lower, I walked outside. I reminisced about the joys of the previous Summer on the now very empty, lonely pool deck. I missed him so much, and I'd convinced myself that his absence these last few months meant that he had moved or lost interest in me, or something. Would it ever again be as good as it was last summer? I had to fight back that choked up feeling that was quickly developing in my throat. If I didn't get my emotions in check, there would be tears very soon. I forced myself to chuckle when I decided to confront my enemy, that damned new fence. They really had done a good job on it. But they had screwed the shrubbery up a little bit, or maybe the drunk driver had. I walked a little closer to see if there was any point in cutting off a couple of the more damaged branches. I couldn't believe they'd just left the bushes in that condition. The grounds were still wet from the previous night's rain. I had to be careful where I stepped, or my sneakers would be soaked and covered with mud. That's when I noticed the small footprints in the mud on the other side of the fence. One set led to up the the fence, the other led away from it. Why the hell would anybody have been back here in the mud? I looked in behind the disturbed part of the bushes. The most wonderful tingle went through my nuts, a delightful blast of precum surged into my cock for the first time in months. I thought, this is absolutely incredible. I mean, it's brand new, and already, there's a hole in the fence. THE END To the reader... I hope you enjoyed this fictional story, and I especially hope it helped you have a nice, tantalizing jacking session and brought you an an amazing nut. Remember, comments are welcome at crazyweather@protonmail.com. The hotter, the better ;)