Swimming Hole
The following story contains many elements of truth but is mostly a work of fiction, which comes solely from my depraved mind and experiences. it involves a human interacting with other animals in a sexual way. If you like this story, or would like to share illustrations, pics, or ideas for further chapters (or would like to lodge a complaint) feel free to email me: agoodtime77@gmail.com
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I couldn’t sleep and laid in my bed wide awake - I hadn’t stopped thinking about the pond, the water-worms, my first cum! It felt amazing, and I couldn’t wait to recreate the scene again. My cock was hard and had been that way for hours - i had a copius amount of pre-cum, which i swirled around inside my foreskin all over the head of my cock with my finger. I was aching, but I didn’t dare jerk-off, as my older brother slept in the same room. Morning eventually came, and I was tired, but excited. As usual, I ate breakfast, did chores, and hit the school books along with my brothers. They could tell I was distracted and not fully there - indeed, I was busy scheming in my head about how I could be alone again today and find my way to the pond.
Turns out, it wasn’t that hard to do - my brothers had a blast at the lake the day before, and were keen to continue their fun from yesterday. They’d built a raft and sailed it across the lake to make a fort on the other side. This sounded like a lot of fun to me, so I was torn between heading to my pond or joining them. The decision was made for me though - I hadn’t finished my homework by the time they did, and they weren’t going to wait around for me. Again, they ate lunch, and then headed off into the summer sun. I hadn’t yet eaten, and was still working through my homework. There would be a good hour gap between when they left, and when I would finally leave the house. I told mom that I would take lunch to go - she packed a sandwich, an apple and a juice box. Finally, with books and pencils away - I went to my room to change, and then trotted out the door with my lunch sac in hand.
It was hot again… I was sweating hard with only a few minutes walk in, and couldn’t wait to set foot in the pond water. It seemed like the pond was twice the distance it had been the day before - a product of my anticipation, no doubt. When I finally arrived the thought came to me that I should find a different spot - somewhere further from the trail so I could truly enjoy my privacy. The pond filtered through a stand of trees, in a large arching crescent about 30m (100 ft) long in total length. There was no path through the trees, so I headed into a shallow part of the pond and walked about knee-deep through the pond, past some marsh and reeds and into a stand of trees. This part of the pond was more shaded - it had larger reeds and grass and the bottom was a bit more muddy and mucky - my feet sank well past my ankle into the bottom as I walked. Roots from the trees drove into the pond from the edge, and created a bit of an obstacle for me to get around. I continued walking through, stepping over tree roots making my way further into privacy. I came upon a part of the pond where the edge was more abrupt - the shore didn’t slope, but instead dropped sharply from the grass into about 30-40cm of water (just over a foot deep) - this was perfect, I could sit in the water with my back against the edge, feet extended into the pond. It was a perfect vantage point to see anyone coming from the other side of the pond. I leaned against the edge and dropped myself into the water, arms laid out on the upper edge of the pond, my lunch and towel convenient to reach, and deep enough into the lake that i was cool and comfortable - luxury!
Naturally, my mind turned to my worm friends - and it occurred to me that having walked through a good distance of the pond, I would have disturbed much more bottom and created much more waves by walking this distance than I had yesterday. It wasn’t long, and I spotted the familiar wriggling in the water - worms were already swimming about, attempting to locate the source of the disturbance. The first worm to find me was a medium sized one - about the length of a new pencil, and as fat as my thumb. I extended my hand, which it proceeded to wrap around and probe, bumping it’s bulbous head into my fingers, hand, and arm. A second one joined it soon after, similar in size and shape. They both continued swimming around, probing my hand and swimming about. I waited, expecting more to come but it seemed to be a slow worm day. I came to the conclusion that i had stirred up too much water and bottom elsewhere in the pond, and the rest of the worms were occupied searching in those areas for the source of the disturbance.
My cock was tenting in my shorts, anticipating the weird worm-boy sex act that was about to occur. Figuring two worms would do, I began cupping my hand and forming a tunnel with my fingers as I had done the day prior. The worms began exploring my clenched fingers, and proceeded to swim through and around, moving into my finger tunnel and back in again once they had cleared it. The two worms seemed to do this in rotation, each going through the tunnel. Not wanting to delay my fun any further, I gently closed my hand on the worm in my hand and brought my fist to my belly as before. The worm began wriggling and pulsing, but I hadn’t held it tight enough, and it managed to squeeze through my hand and belly. The second worm, slightly smaller than the first then entered my finger tunnel and i made sure to hold my hand firm against my belly, closing my encircled fingers tighter to ensure no escape. The worm wriggled and tickled my belly with its bulbous head, pulsing and contracting, expanding and probing - the action of which, seemed to attract a few more worms. There were 5 in total now - the two larger ones and 3 more that were smaller than the first two. They milled about around my hand when the encapsulated worm began the usual contractions; decreasing its length in half, and doubling its girth until it spasmed in my hand. Anticipating the deposit of the worm-custard I felt it spewing into my hand and loosened my grip a little to witness the release. It squeezed out of the worm like glue from a bottle, settling in my palm and slightly clouding the water around it.
The worm backed out of my hand as it had done yesterday, its action creating a milky cloud around my hand and circled fingers. Before the worm was fully out of my hand, the second of the larger worms immediately began pressing into my closed fist and pushed its head into the mating hole I had created there with my hand. And with that, all other worms disappeared back into the pond. The second, larger worm continued pushing into my tight hand, and began to wriggle and convulse as it hit my belly with no further tunnel to explore. It seemed like a dominance thing - the smaller worms would not actively engage with my hand if a larger worm had been in it. Though, that theory didn’t hold weight, because the worms all equally shared my hand yesterday and swam freely through it after larger worms had swam through. Then it dawned on me… only after they had expelled their goo into my hand, did the rule seem to apply - smaller worms would flee, and only worms larger than the worm that had released it’s custard load into my hand would continue to actively seek the mating hole I had created - and they seemed to do so with increased vigor.
My thoughts ceased when i felt the worm in my hand now begin to convulse and expand, growing firm and large in my hand, until it too began to shoot it’s thick creamy custard - depositing its contribution into the glob of goo left by the previous worm. As expected, it then returned to its normal shape, although significantly smaller in size having expelled a good amount of worm custard, and backed away into the darkness of the pond. Here i was, alone with my stiff dick and a large glob of nature’s finest lube. I didn’t squeeze it out of my hand this time, and made sure to retain as much of the goo as i could. I was tingling as i pushed my hand down into my shorts and grasped my over-hard penis. The feeling was pure magic - slick and smooth, but also with a good amount of stickiness that created a wonderful friction. I squeezed the worm cum into my foreskin, coating my purple cock head, then down my shaft to cover my balls. I worked it from top to bottom slowly, twitching all the while and ready to shoot. Back and forth i worked it, but the feeling was simply too much. With twice the intensity as the day before, I arched my back and thrust my pelvis forward, letting out a moan as i squeezed a laboured load out of my stiff cock into the pond - it was my second cum into the pond and had to be double what i’d produced the day before.
I sat, satisfied, in the now-milky water, spent and relaxed. Naturally, my thoughts turned to food - I opened the ziploc bag containing my sandwich and snacks, and proceeded to enjoy them all the while lounging in my personal little relaxation centre, away from anyone.
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Continued in Chapter 3!
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